human
He thinks he be gwaine to bide his time an' let me stew an' sweat for it,
gpt
Awnly a born devil could tell such wickedness. Ban't theer no ways o' meetin' him, now you knaw? If you'd speak to faither--
human
What 's the use bringing sorrow on his grey hairs?
gpt
Well, it's got to come; you knaw that. Grimbal isn't the man to forgive.
human
Forgive! That would be worst of all. If he forgived me now I'd go mad. Wait till I've had soldier law, then us'll talk 'bout forgiving arter.
gpt
Theer--theer, he said;
human
Faither'll forgive 'e.
gpt
He might--just wance more. He've got to onderstand my points better late days.
human
Come an' sleep then, an' fret no more till marnin' light anyway.
gpt
Theer's nought else you can do,
human
So Jan Grimbal said, an' I blamed soon shawed un he was out. Theer's a thing I can do an' shall do. 'T will sweep the ground from under un; 't will blaw off his vengeance harmless as a gun fired in the air; 't will turn his malice so sour as beer after thunder. I be gwaine to give myself up--then us'll see who's the fule!
gpt
No, no--never. You couldn't, Will; you daren't--'tis against nature. You ban't free to do no such wild thing. You forget me, an' the li'l maid, an' t' other comin'!
human
Doan't 'e choke me, he said;