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’
As
for
cigarettes
,
’
he
said
,
’
I
’
ve
got
none
,
but
’
appen
you
’
ve
got
your
own
.
I
dunna
smoke
,
mysen
.
Shall
y
’
eat
summat
?
’
He
turned
direct
to
Connie
.
’
Shall
t
’
eat
a
smite
o
’
summat
,
if
I
bring
it
thee
?
Tha
can
usually
do
wi
’
a
bite
.
’
He
spoke
the
vernacular
with
a
curious
calm
assurance
,
as
if
he
were
the
landlord
of
the
Inn
.
’
What
is
there
?
’
asked
Connie
,
flushing
.
’
Boiled
ham
,
cheese
,
pickled
wa
’
nuts
,
if
yer
like
.
-
-
Nowt
much
.
’
’
Yes
,
’
said
Connie
.
’
Won
’
t
you
,
Hilda
?
’
Hilda
looked
up
at
him
.
’
Why
do
you
speak
Yorkshire
?
’
she
said
softly
.
’
That
!
That
’
s
non
Yorkshire
,
that
’
s
Derby
.
’
He
looked
back
at
her
with
that
faint
,
distant
grin
.
’
Derby
,
then
!
Why
do
you
speak
Derby
?
You
spoke
natural
English
at
first
.
’
’
Did
Ah
though
?
An
’
canna
Ah
change
if
Ah
’
m
a
mind
to
’
t
?
Nay
,
nay
,
let
me
talk
Derby
if
it
suits
me
.
If
yo
’
n
nowt
against
it
.
’
