'I told yo so afore--I woan't cry for 'im.
But as long as Louie's here, an I ha to keep her, I'll want that money, an every penny on't.

If it bean't paid, she may go too!' 'Yo'd not turn her out, Hannah ?' cried Reuben, instinctively putting out an arm to feel that the door was closed.
'_She_'d not want for a livin,' replied Hannah, with a bitter sneer; 'she's her mither's child.' Reuben rose slowly, shaking all over.

He opened the door with difficulty, groped his way out of the front passage, then went heavily through the yard and into the fields.

There he wandered by himself for a couple of hours, altogether forgetting some newly dropped lambs to which he had been anxiously attending.

For months past, ever since his conscience had been roused on the subject of his brother's children, the dull, incapable man had been slowly reconceiving the woman with whom he had lived some five-and-twenty years, and of late the process had been attended with a kind of agony.