A suppose, now yo're such a Quaker that, if some one was to break through fra' t' other side o' this dyke and offer for to murder Sylvia and me, yo'd look on wi' yo'r hands hanging by yo'r side.' 'But t' press-gang had law on their side, and were doing nought but what they'd warrant for.' 'Th' tender's gone away, as if she were ashamed o' what she'd done,' said Sylvia, 'and t' flag's down fra' o'er the Randyvowse.

There 'll be no more press-ganging here awhile.' 'No; feyther says,' continued Molly, 'as they've made t' place too hot t' hold 'em, coming so strong afore people had getten used to their ways o' catchin' up poor lads just come fra' t' Greenland seas.

T' folks ha' their blood so up they'd think no harm o' fighting 'em i' t' streets--ay, and o' killing 'em, too, if they were for using fire-arms, as t' _Aurora_'s men did.' 'Women is so fond o' bloodshed,' said Philip; 'for t' hear you talk, who'd ha' thought you'd just come fra' crying ower the grave of a man who was killed by violence?
I should ha' thought you'd seen enough of what sorrow comes o' fighting.

Why, them lads o' t' _Aurora_ as they say Kinraid shot down had fathers and mothers, maybe, a looking out for them to come home.' 'I don't think he could ha' killed them,' said Sylvia; 'he looked so gentle.' But Molly did not like this half-and-half view of the case.
'A dare say he did kill 'em dead; he's not one to do things by halves.

And a think he served 'em reet, that's what a do.' 'Is na' this Hester, as serves in Foster's shop ?' asked Sylvia, in a low voice, as a young woman came through a stile in the stone wall by the roadside, and suddenly appeared before them.
'Yes,' said Philip.