If he cleaved David Armstrong, that night would likely be arrested fur it." Martha says if he was she would wait outside his dungeon keep fur years and years, till she was a old woman with gray in her hair, and every day they would give lingering looks at each other through the window bars.
And they would be happy thata-way.

And she would get her a white dove and train it so it would fly up to that window and take in notes to him, and he would send notes back that-away, and they would both be awful sad and romanceful and contented doing that-a-way fur ever and ever.
Well, I never took no stock in them mournful ways of being happy.

I couldn't of riz up to being a night fur Martha.

She expected too much of one.

I thought it over fur a little spell without saying anything, and I tried to make myself believe I would of liked all that dove business.
But it wasn't no use pertending.