But SHE killed him,--th' sin was writ down fur her.

Never was a boy I loved like him, when we was boys." There was a short silence.
"Yoh're like yer mother," said Polston, striving for a lighter tone.
"Here,"-- motioning to the heavy iron jaws.

"She never--let go.
Somehow, too, she'd the law on her side in outward showin', an' th' right.

But I hated religion, knowin' her.

Well, ther' 's a day of makin' things clear, comin'." They had reached the corner now, and Polston turned down the lane.
"Yoh 'll think o' Yare's case ?" he said.
"Yes.