Gi' me time.

It's noane so easy to look a man in the face, and tell him what I'm to tell thee.
But I can't die with it on me.

It chokes me, ever since you brought me yonder stuff, and the women set a-talking.

I say--old lad--'twas I did thee yon little job at Cheetham's.

But I knew no better." There was a dead silence.