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he hitched up his jacket, and put his hand in his breeches
pocket, taking out the key of the hut.
’’Appen yer’d better ‘ave this key, an’ Ah min fend for t’
bods some other road.’
She looked at him.
’What do you mean?’ she asked.
’I mean as ‘appen Ah can find anuther pleece as’ll du for
rearin’ th’ pheasants. If yer want ter be ‘ere, yo’ll non want
me messin’ abaht a’ th’ time.’
She looked at him, getting his meaning through the fog
of the dialect.
’Why don’t you speak ordinary English?’ she said coldly.
’Me! AH thowt it WOR ordinary.’
She was silent for a few moments in anger.
’So if yer want t’ key, yer’d better tacit. Or ‘appen Ah’d
better gi’e ‘t yer termorrer, an’ clear all t’ stuff aht fust.
Would that du for yer?’
She became more angry.
’I didn’t want your key,’ she said. ‘I don’t want you to clear
anything out at all. I don’t in the least want to turn you out
of your hut, thank you! I only wanted to be able to sit here
sometimes, like today. But I can sit perfectly well under the
porch, so please say no more about it.’
He looked at her again, with his wicked blue eyes.
’Why,’ he began, in the broad slow dialect. ‘Your Lady-
ship’s as welcome as Christmas ter th’ hut an’ th’ key an’
iverythink as is. On’y this time O’ th’ year ther’s bods ter
set, an’ Ah’ve got ter be potterin’ abaht a good bit, seein’
after ‘em, an’ a’. Winter time Ah ned ‘ardly come nigh th’

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