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When
he
came
back
she
was
still
lying
there
,
glowing
like
a
gipsy
.
He
sat
on
the
stool
by
her
’
Tha
mun
come
one
naight
ter
th
’
cottage
,
afore
tha
goos
;
sholl
ter
?
’
he
asked
,
lifting
his
eyebrows
as
he
looked
at
her
,
his
hands
dangling
between
his
knees
.
’
Sholl
ter
?
’
she
echoed
,
teasing
.
He
smiled
.
’
Ay
,
sholl
ter
?
’
he
repeated
.
’
Ay
!
’
she
said
,
imitating
the
dialect
sound
.
’
Yi
!
’
he
said
.
’
Yi
!
’
she
repeated
.
’
An
’
slaip
wi
’
me
,
’
he
said
.
’
It
needs
that
.
When
sholt
come
?
’
’
When
sholl
I
?
’
she
said
.
’
Nay
,
’
he
said
,
’
tha
canna
do
’
t
.
When
sholt
come
then
?
’
