human
He's dead--Uncle--he went quite sudden at the end; an' he'm to lie to Chagford wi' gran'faither an' gran'mother.
gpt
Dead! My God! An' I never seed un more! The best friend to me ever I had--leastways I thought so till this marnin'.
human
You may think so still.
gpt
Ess, so I do. A kind man inside his skin. I knawed un better'n most people--an' he meant well when he married me, out of pure love to us both.
human
He's left nobody no money but Mrs. Watson and you.
gpt
If 'tis five pound, 'tis welcome to-day; an' if 'tis five shillin', I'll thank un an' spend it 'pon a ring to wear for un. He was a gude auld blid, an' I'm sorry he's gone.
human
Will, Uncle's left 'e a thousand pound!
gpt
What! You'm jokin'.
human
Solemn truth. 'Tis in mother's letter.
gpt
To think as he could have loved a daft fule like me so well as that! Me--that never done nothin'--no, not so much as to catch a dish of trout for un, now an' again, when he was here.
human
You couldn't, bein' water-keeper.
gpt
What matter for that? I ought to have poached for un, seein' the manner of man he was.
human
I'll buy the braavest marble stone can be cut. Nobody shall do it but me, wi' doves or anchors or some such thing on it, to make it a fine sight so long as the world goes on.
gpt
Theer's plenty room 'pon the auld slate, for that matter,
human
Damn the auld slate! The man shall have white marble carvings, I tell 'e, if I've got to spend half the money buying 'em. He b'lieved in me; he knawed I'd come to gude; an' I'm grateful to un.