When wommen begins to get up in years they go in the legs, same as harses." "Would you know her again if you saw her ?" asked Barrant eagerly.
"Not if you was to sware me on the Howly Trinity." "Did this young woman travel up with you by this wagonette last night ?" Mr.Crows couldn't say for that.

There were six insides, that was all _he_ knew.

He disremembered anything about them.
"Surely you notice the passengers you carry ?" Mr.Crows, with the air of one propounding an insoluble riddle, asked his fare why should he take notice of his passengers?
He weren't paid for that--no, not he.

What's more, the night was a dark one.

He knew there was six insides because six fares was put through the winder, but whether they was put through by men or ma'adens or widder wommen was moren he cud say.
He again called on the Trinity to attest his ignorance.
"Their shellens is nuthin' to me"-- the reference was to the passengers.
"They wouldn't pay for the harse's feed.