"Ain't it ridic'lous now, miss, that a man of my size, and ready to work a sledge with any smith in Yorkshire, should turn sick for a little bit of a job with a knife?
But my father was just the same, and he was a stronger man than I'm like to be, I fancy." "It is no such wonder as you think," said Mary; "you have lost a good deal of blood." Her voice faltered.

She had been greatly alarmed--and the more that she had not light enough to get the edges of the wound properly together.
"You've stopped it--ain't you, miss ?" "I think so." "Then I'll be after the fellow." "No, no; you must not attempt it.

You must lie still awhile.

But I don't understand it at all! That cottage used to be a mere hovel, without door or window! It can't be you live in it ?" "Ay, that I do! and it's not a bad place either," answered Joseph.
"That's what I went to Yorkshire to get my money for.

It's mine--bought and paid for." "But what made you think of coming here ?" "Let's go into the smithy--house I won't presume to call it," said Joseph, "though it has a lean-to for the smith--and I'll tell you everything about it.