Xxviii

‘Yes! now!’ breathed the voice of a woman.—‘Ah! now!’ quiver’d low the reply. ‘And “now”’s just a bit too late, so it’s no use your piping your eye,’ The farmer added bluffly: ‘Old Lawyer Charlworth was rich; You followed his instructions in kicking Tom into the ditch. If you’re such a dutiful daughter, that doesn’t prove Tom is a fool. Forgive and forget’s my motto! and here’s my grog growing cool!’