"Don't talk so; you mustn't talk so.

Your uncle was ready to go.

He's been ready for ever so long, and those of us who knew how feeble he was expected it any time.
'Twa'n't your fault at all and he'd say so if he was here now." "No, he wouldn't.

He'd say just as I do, that I was to blame.

You don't know, Aunt Keziah.