It's been a great strain and labour for me.
I think I'd as lief be with God as with men.

And you see, I were fond on him ever sin' he were a little lad, and told me what hard times he had at school, he did, just as if I were his brother! I loved him next to Molly Greaves.

Dear! and I shall see her again, I reckon, come next Saturday week! They'll think well on me, up there, I'll be bound; though I cannot say as I've done all as I should do here below." "But, Dixon," said Ellinor, "you know who did this--this--" "Guilty o' murder," said he.

"That's what they called it.

Murder! And that it never were, choose who did it." "My poor, poor father did it.