How ?" "Can 'ee come this yer way a minit, yer honour ?" "Certainly," I said, and followed him into a room over the stables.

I did not like having confidences in this way; but my brain was confused, and I could not rid myself from the idea that some plot was being concocted against me.
Simon looked around to make sure there were no eavesdroppers; then he said, "There's a hancient wirgin 'ere called Miss Staggles, ain't there, Mr.Blake ?" "There is.

Why ?" "It's my belief as 'ow she's bin a waccinated ten times, yer honour." "Why, Simon ?" "Why, she's without blood or marrow, she is; and as for flesh, she ain't got none." "Well, what for that ?" "And not honly that," he continued, without heeding my question, "she hain't a got a hounce of tender feelin's in her natur.

In my opinion, sur, she's a witch, she is, and hev got dealin's with the devil." "And what for all this ?" I said.

"Surely you haven't taken me up here to give me your impressions concerning Miss Staggles ?" "Well, I hev partly, yer honour.