Then as Kit did not move he remarked: "I ken something o' what you're feeling; aw t' same you've got to fratch.

There's nowt against the lass except that she's Osborn's child, but she's none o' our kind and it's sense and custom that like gans to like." "It would be easier if I could get away.

I can't stop in the dale, knowing she's about and I mustn't see her." Peter went into the next room and opened an old desk.

He had for some time expected that the moment he now shrank from would come and his heart was sore, but he knew his son's steadfast character and meant to save him pain.

Going back he gave Kit his brother's last letter.
"Mayhappen it's better that you should gan," he said quietly.
Kit read the letter and looked up with a strained expression.