If I'd gived in--well, I doaent know what 'ud 'a comed.

God knows what did come were bad enow.' She stopped speaking and toed the damp ground--crushing her boot into the frosty mud and drawing it backwards and forwards as she stood against the gate.
'Go on, Jen.' 'Ye sees, what he willed to get, that he mun have, an' at the end he willed to have me--mind, body, an' soael.

He'd 'a had me, only I made a stand fur my life.

Mother, she was all on his side, only she didn't want fur me to do what I wouldn't; but she cried like, an' talked o' his goodness--an' Dan'el, he wouldn't ask out an' out, or I could 'a told him my mind an' 'a done wi' it; but he went on giving us, an' paying things, an' mother she took it all, till I was fairly mad wi' the shame an' anger on't.

I doaent say as I acted as I ought; I knowed I'd a power over him to drive him wild like wi' a smile or a soft word, an' power's awful dangerous fur a young thing--it's like as if God gave the wind a will o' its own, an' didn't howd it in His own hand.