Naw, naw, man, yo should ha lost your awn yed a bit sooner fust.

Eh, it wor base--it wor cooardly!' 'Lias's voice dropped, and he fell muttering to himself indistinctly.

David, bending over him, could not make out whether it was Charles or his interlocutor speaking, and began to be afraid that the old man's performance was over before it had well begun.
But on the contrary, 'Lias emerged with fresh energy from the gulf of inarticulate argument in which his poor wits seemed to have lost themselves awhile.
'But I'm no blamin yo awthegither,' he cried, raising himself, with a protesting wave of the hand.

'Theer's naw mak o' mischief i' this world, but t' _women_ are at t' bottom o't.

Whar's that proud foo of a wife o' yourn?
Send her here, man; send her here! 'Lias Dawson ull mak her hear reason! Now, Davy!' And the old man drew the lad to him with one hand, while he raised a finger softly with the other.
'Just study her, Davy, my lad,' he said in an undertone, which swelled louder as his excitement grew, 'theer she stan's, by t' side o' t' King.