'It were a'most like election time; I were just come back fra' meeting when they were all going up th' church steps.

I met yon sailor as, they say, used violence and did murder; he looked like a ghost, though whether it were his bodily wounds, or the sense of his sins stirring within him, it's not for me to say.

And by t' time I was back here and settled to my Bible, t' folk were returning, and it were tramp, tramp, past th' entry end for better nor a quarter of an hour.' 'They say Kinraid has getten slugs and gun-shot in his side,' said Hester.
'He's niver one Charley Kinraid, for sure, as I knowed at Newcastle,' said William Coulson, roused to sudden and energetic curiosity.
'I don't know,' replied Hester; 'they call him just Kinraid; and Betsy Darley says he's t' most daring specksioneer of all that go off this coast to t' Greenland seas.

But he's been in Newcastle, for I mind me she said her poor brother met with him there.' 'How didst thee come to know him ?' inquired Alice.
'I cannot abide him if it is Charley,' said William.

'He kept company with my poor sister as is dead for better nor two year, and then he left off coming to see her and went wi' another girl, and it just broke her heart.' 'He don't look now as if he iver could play at that game again,' said Alice; 'he has had a warning fra' the Lord.