So, as I zays to Matthew Hales (he be Mr.
Halifax's tenant, your honour, and my lord's steward ha' paid 'un nigh four pound for his vote), I sure us be poor men, and his lordship a lord and all that--it's no harm, I reckon." "Holloa! cut it short, you rascal; you're stopping the poll.

Vote, I say." "Ay, ay, 'squire;" and the old fellow, who had some humour in him, pulled his hair again civilly to Mr.Brithwood.

"Wait till I ha' got shut o' these." And he counted out of his ragged pockets a handful of guineas.

Poor fellow! how bright they looked; those guineas, that were food, clothing, life.
"Three was paid to I, two to Will Horrocks, and the rest to Matthew Hales.

But, sir, we has changed our minds; and please, would 'ee give back the money to them as owns it ?" "Still, my honest friend--" "Thank 'ee, Sir Ralph, that's it: we be honest; we couldn't look the master in the face else.