It was that very morn as Kinraid were here.' 'A'll go an' have a pint o' beer at t' King's Arms, down on t' quay-side; it were theere he put up at.

An' a'm pretty sure as he only stopped one night, and left i' t' morning betimes.

But a'll go see.' 'Do,' said Sylvia, 'and go out through t' shop; they're all watching and watching me to see how I take things; and daren't let on about t' fire as is burning up my heart.

Coulson is i' t' shop, but he'll not notice thee like Phoebe.' By-and-by Kester came back.

It seemed as though Sylvia had never stirred; she looked eagerly at him, but did not speak.
'He went away i' Rob Mason's mail-cart, him as tak's t' letters to Hartlepool.