Well, you couldn' a-got down there on your own, at that age--could yer, now?
W'ich means you must a-been carried." "I suppose so." "No supposin' about it.

You _must_ a-been.

Wot's more, you talked about the waves comin' in an' not reachin'-- 'us,' you said.

'Oo was it with yer?
Think now! Man or woman ?" "A woman," he answered after a pause, knitting his brows.
"Wot like ?" Then happened something for which--so quiet his words had been--Tilda was in no wise prepared.

He turned his eyes on her, and they were as the eyes of a child born blind; blank, yet they sought; tortured, yet dry of tears.