I reckon I thought he were i' London, wheere he'd been that time afore, yo' know, and had allays spoke as if he'd enjoyed hissel' tolerable; and then Molly Brunton told me on t' other one's marriage; and, somehow, it gave me a shake in my heart, and I began for to wish I hadn't said all them words i' my passion; and then that fine young lady come wi' her story--and I've thought a deal on it since,--and my mind has come out clear.
Philip's dead, and it were his spirit as come to t' other's help in his time o' need.

I've heard feyther say as spirits cannot rest i' their graves for trying to undo t' wrongs they've done i' their bodies.' 'Them's my conclusions,' said Kester, solemnly.

'A was fain for to hear what were yo'r judgments first; but them's the conclusions I comed to as soon as I heard t' tale.' 'Let alone that one thing,' said Sylvia, 'he were a kind, good man.' 'It were a big deal on a "one thing", though,' said Kester.

'It just spoilt yo'r life, my poor lass; an' might ha' gone near to spoilin' Charley Kinraid's too.' 'Men takes a deal more nor women to spoil their lives,' said Sylvia, bitterly.
'Not a' mak' o' men.

I reckon, lass, Philip's life were pretty well on for bein' spoilt at after he left here; and it were, mebbe, a good thing he got rid on it so soon.' 'I wish I'd just had a few kind words wi' him, I do,' said Sylvia, almost on the point of crying.
'Come, lass, it's as ill moanin' after what's past as it 'ud be for me t' fill my eyes wi' weepin' after t' humbugs as this little wench o' thine has grubbed up whilst we'n been talkin'.