But what I'm thinking is this: it'll maybe go awkward with you, sir, if he's found here.

One can't say.

But don't you think, miss, as he's neither kith nor kin to miss him, we might just bury him away before morning, somewhere?
There's better nor four hours of dark.

I wish we could put him i' the churchyard, but that can't be; but, to my mind, the sooner we set about digging a place for him to lie in, poor fellow, the better it'll be for us all in the end.

I can pare a piece of turf up where it'll never be missed, and if master'll take one spade, and I another, why we'll lay him softly down, and cover him up, and no one'll be the wiser." There was no reply from either for a minute or so.