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"
She
would
know
better
,
"
said
Coggan
.
"
Our
mis
’
ess
has
too
much
sense
under
they
knots
of
black
hair
to
do
such
a
mad
thing
.
"
"
You
see
,
he
’
s
not
a
coarse
,
ignorant
man
,
for
he
was
well
brought
up
,
"
said
Matthew
,
dubiously
.
"
’
Twas
only
wildness
that
made
him
a
soldier
,
and
maids
rather
like
your
man
of
sin
.
"
"
Now
,
Cain
Ball
,
"
said
Gabriel
restlessly
,
"
can
you
swear
in
the
most
awful
form
that
the
woman
you
saw
was
Miss
Everdene
?
"
"
Cain
Ball
,
you
be
no
longer
a
babe
and
suckling
,
"
said
Joseph
in
the
sepulchral
tone
the
circumstances
demanded
,
"
and
you
know
what
taking
an
oath
is
.
’
Tis
a
horrible
testament
mind
ye
,
which
you
say
and
seal
with
your
blood
-
stone
,
and
the
prophet
Matthew
tells
us
that
on
whomsoever
it
shall
fall
it
will
grind
him
to
powder
.
Now
,
before
all
the
work
-
folk
here
assembled
,
can
you
swear
to
your
words
as
the
shepherd
asks
ye
?
"
"
Please
no
,
Mister
Oak
!
"
said
Cainy
,
looking
from
one
to
the
other
with
great
uneasiness
at
the
spiritual
magnitude
of
the
position
.
"
I
don
’
t
mind
saying
’
tis
true
,
but
I
don
’
t
like
to
say
’
tis
damn
true
,
if
that
’
s
what
you
mane
.
"
"
Cain
,
Cain
,
how
can
you
!
"
asked
Joseph
sternly
"
You
be
asked
to
swear
in
a
holy
manner
,
and
you
swear
like
wicked
Shimei
,
the
son
of
Gera
,
who
cursed
as
he
came
.
Young
man
,
fie
!
"
"
No
,
I
don
’
t
!
’
Tis
you
want
to
squander
a
pore
boy
’
s
soul
,
Joseph
Poorgrass
—
that
’
s
what
’
tis
!
"
said
Cain
,
beginning
to
cry
.
"
All
I
mane
is
that
in
common
truth
’
twas
Miss
Everdene
and
Sergeant
Troy
,
but
in
the
horrible
so
-
help
-
me
truth
that
ye
want
to
make
of
it
perhaps
’
twas
somebody
else
!
"
"
There
’
s
no
getting
at
the
rights
of
it
,
"
said
Gabriel
,
turning
to
his
work
.
"
Cain
Ball
,
you
’
ll
come
to
a
bit
of
bread
!
"
groaned
Joseph
Poorgrass
.
