Ee'd soon a done for Jim Hurd if it 'ad been fists o' both sides.

But guns is things as yer can't reckon on.".
"Why didn't he let Hurd alone," said Marcella, sadly, "and prosecute him next day?
It's attacking men when their blood is up that brings these awful hings about." "Wal, I don't see that," said Mrs.Jellison, pugnaciously; "he wor paid to do 't--an' he had the law on his side.

'Ow 's she ?" she said, lowering her voice and jerking her thumb in the direction of the Hurds' cottage.
"She's very ill," replied Marcella, with a contraction of the brow.
"Dr.Clarke says she ought to stay in bed, but of course she won't." "They're a-goin' to try 'im Thursday ?" said Mrs.Jellison, inquiringly.
"Yes." "An' Muster Wharton be a-goin' to defend 'im.

Muster Wharton may be cliver, ee may--they do say as ee can see the grass growin', ee's that knowin'-- but ee'll not get Jim Hurd off; there's nobody in the village as b'lieves for a moment as 'ow he will.

They'll best 'im.