But lie needn't moider hisself! There's them abuve as ha' taken care o' that!' She sank again into her chair, as though her limbs could not support her, and her eyes closed in utter indifference of a fatigue which had made even fear impossible.
The father's arm dropped; he stood there sullenly looking at her.

Jim, thinking she had fainted, went up to her, took a glass of water out of which she had already been drinking from the mahogany table, and held it to her lips.

She drank a little, and then with a desperate effort raised herself, and clutching the arm of the chair, faced her father.
'Ye'll not hev to wait lang.

Doan't ye fash yersel.

Maybe it ull comfort ye to knaw summat! Lasst Midsummer Day aa was on t' Shanmoor road, i' t' gloaming.