I can't mind it.

He had beaten her and soured her into the witch that she is now, and then she had run away frae him with her little one, Joe that now is.

That was what they said, as I mind it." "Two and two are easily put together, Sim.

Wilson Garth, not James Wilson, was the man's name." "And he was Mrs.Garth's husband and the father of Joe ?" "The same, I think." Sim seemed to stagger under the shock of a discovery that had been slow to dawn upon him.
"How did it come, Ralph, that you brought him here when you came home from the wars?
Everything seems, someways, to hang on that." "Everything; perhaps even this last disaster of all." Ralph passed his fingers through his hair, and then his palm across his brow.

Sim observed a change in his friend's manner.
"It was wrong of me to say that, it was," he said.