And, Sylvie, he bid me ask thee, if, for the sake of all that is dear to thee both here, and i' th' world to come, thou'd go wi' me, and just say to him that thou forgives him his part that day.' 'He sent thee on that errand, did he?
And thou could come and ask me?
I've a mind to break it off for iver wi' thee, Philip.' She kept gasping, as if she could not say any more.

Philip watched and waited till her breath came, his own half choked.
'Thee and me was niver meant to go together.

It's not in me to forgive,--I sometimes think it's not in me to forget.

I wonder, Philip, if thy feyther had done a kind deed--and a right deed--and a merciful deed--and some one as he'd been good to, even i' t' midst of his just anger, had gone and let on about him to th' judge, as was trying to hang him,--and had getten him hanged,--hanged dead, so that his wife were a widow, and his child fatherless for ivermore,--I wonder if thy veins would run milk and water, so that thou could go and make friends, and speak soft wi' him as had caused thy feyther's death ?' 'It's said in t' Bible, Sylvie, that we're to forgive.' 'Ay, there's some things as I know I niver forgive; and there's others as I can't--and I won't, either.' 'But, Sylvie, yo' pray to be forgiven your trespasses, as you forgive them as trespass against you.' 'Well, if I'm to be taken at my word, I'll noane pray at all, that's all.

It's well enough for them as has but little to forgive to use them words; and I don't reckon it's kind, or pretty behaved in yo', Philip, to bring up Scripture again' me.