human
Might have been worse, come to think of it. If the things weren't choked, I doubt they'd been near starved. 'Most all the hay's done, an' half what's left--a load or so--I'd promised to a chap out Manaton way. But theer't is--my hand be forced, that's all. So time's saved, if you look at it from a right point.
gpt
You'm hard an' braave, an' you've got a way with you 'mong men. Faace life, same as faither did, an' us'll look arter Phoebe an' the childer,
human
I couldn't leave un, declared Will's wife.
gpt
Us'll talk 'bout all that later. I be gwaine to act prompt an' sell every stick, an' then away, a free man.
human
All our furniture an' property!
gpt
All--to the leastest bit o' cracked cloam.
human
A forced sale brings nought,
gpt
Theer's hunderds o' pounds o' gude chattels here, an' they doan't go for a penny less than they 'm worth. Because I'm down, ban't no reason for others to try to rob me. If I doan't get fair money I'll make a fire wi' the stuff an' burn every stick of it.
human
The valuer man, Mr. Bambridge, must be seen, an' bills printed out an' sticked 'pon barn doors an' such-like, same as when Mrs. Lezzard died, said Phoebe.
gpt
What'll faither think then?
human
I'll see a few's dabbed up on his awn damned outer walls, if I've got to put 'em theer myself. An' as to the lists, I'll make 'em this very night. Ban't my way to let the dust fall upon a job marked for doin'. To-night I'll draw the items.
gpt
Us was gwaine to stay along with 'e, Will,
human
Very gude--as you please. Make shake-downs in the parlour, an' I'll write in the kitchen when you'm gone to bed. Set the ink an' pen an' paper out arter you've cleared away. I'm allowed to be peart enough in matters o' business anyway, though no farmer o' course, arter this.
gpt
None will dare to say any such thing, declared Phoebe.
human
You can't do miracles more than others.
gpt
I mind when Ellis, to Two Streams Farm, lost a mort o' bullocks very same way,