Thou may go about thy business.' 'Thou'rt vexed with me, Sylvie; and I'm not meaning but that it would go hard with thee to forgive him; but I think it would be right and Christian-like i' thee, and that thou'd find thy comfort in thinking on it after.

If thou'd only go, and see his wistful eyes--I think they'd plead wi' thee more than his words, or mine either.' 'I tell thee my flesh and blood wasn't made for forgiving and forgetting.

Once for all, thou must take my word.

When I love I love, and when I hate I hate; and him as has done hard to me, or to mine, I may keep fra' striking or murdering, but I'll niver forgive.
I should be just a monster, fit to be shown at a fair, if I could forgive him as got feyther hanged.' Philip was silent, thinking what more he could urge.
'Yo'd better be off,' said Sylvia, in a minute or two.

'Yo' and me has got wrong, and it'll take a night's sleep to set us right.