Nah that it matters, boh still it's better not.

Strange, the wench should ha' fainted.

Boh she's always foolish an timmersome, an ey half fear has lost her heart to young Richard Assheton.

Ey'n watch her narrowly, an if it turn out to be so, she mun be cured, or be secured--ha! ha!" And muttering in this way, she passed through the Abbey gateway, the wicket being left open, and proceeded towards the ruinous convent church, taking care as much as possible to avoid observation..