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’
Ay
,
this
is
thy
supper
,
tha
nedna
look
as
if
tha
wouldna
get
it
!
’
he
said
.
He
set
the
bowl
on
the
stairfoot
mat
,
and
sat
himself
on
a
chair
by
the
wall
,
to
take
off
his
leggings
and
boots
.
The
dog
instead
of
eating
,
came
to
him
again
,
and
sat
looking
up
at
him
,
troubled
.
He
slowly
unbuckled
his
leggings
.
The
dog
edged
a
little
nearer
.
’
What
’
s
amiss
wi
’
thee
then
?
Art
upset
because
there
’
s
somebody
else
here
?
Tha
’
rt
a
female
,
tha
art
!
Go
an
’
eat
thy
supper
.
’
He
put
his
hand
on
her
head
,
and
the
bitch
leaned
her
head
sideways
against
him
.
He
slowly
,
softly
pulled
the
long
silky
ear
.
’
There
!
’
he
said
.
’
There
!
Go
an
’
eat
thy
supper
!
Go
!
’
He
tilted
his
chair
towards
the
pot
on
the
mat
,
and
the
dog
meekly
went
,
and
fell
to
eating
.
’
Do
you
like
dogs
?
’
Connie
asked
him
.
’
No
,
not
really
.
They
’
re
too
tame
and
clinging
.
’
He
had
taken
off
his
leggings
and
was
unlacing
his
heavy
boots
.
Connie
had
turned
from
the
fire
.
How
bare
the
little
room
was
!
Yet
over
his
head
on
the
wall
hung
a
hideous
enlarged
photograph
of
a
young
married
couple
,
apparently
him
and
a
bold
-
faced
young
woman
,
no
doubt
his
wife
.
