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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
Ladyship
’
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
’
pleece
.
But
what
wi
’
spring
,
an
’
Sir
Clifford
wantin
’
ter
start
th
’
pheasants
.
.
.
An
’
your
Ladyship
’
d
non
want
me
tinkerin
’
around
an
’
about
when
she
was
’
ere
,
all
the
time
.
’
