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my thoughts of you: but there is so mony cheats goes about, you
mun forgie me.’ ‘And though,’ I continued, rather severely, ‘you
wished to turn me from the door, on a night when you should not
have shut out a dog.’ ‘Well, it was hard: but what can a body do? I
thought more o’ th’ childer nor of mysel: poor things! They’ve like
nobody to tak’ care on ‘em but me. I’m like to look sharpish.’ I
maintained a grave silence for some minutes.

‘You munnut think too hardly of me,’ she again remarked.
‘But I do think hardly of you,’ I said; ‘and I’ll tell you why-not so
much because you refused to give me shelter, or regarded me as an
impostor, as because you just now made it a species of reproach
that I had no “brass” and no house.

Some of the best people that ever lived have been as destitute as I
am; and if you are a Christian, you ought not to consider poverty a
crime.’ ‘No more I ought,’ said she: ‘Mr. St. John tells me so too;
and I see I wor wrang-but I’ve clear a different notion on you now
to what I had. You look a raight down dacent little crater.’ ‘That
will do-I forgive you now. Shake hands.’ She put her floury and
horny hand into mine; another and heartier smile illumined her
rough face, and from that moment we were friends.

Hannah was evidently fond of talking. While I picked the fruit,
and she made the paste for the pies, she proceeded to give me
sundry details about her deceased master and mistress, and ‘the
childer,’ as she called the young people.

Old Mr. Rivers, she said, was a plain man enough, but a
gentleman, and of as ancient a family as could be found. Marsh
End had belonged to the Rivers ever since it was a house: and it
was, she affirmed, ‘aboon two hundred year old-for all it looked
but a small, humble place, naught to compare wi’ Mr. Oliver’s
grand hall down i’ Morton Vale. But she could remember Bill
Oliver’s father a journeyman needle-maker; and th’ Rivers wor
gentry i’ th’ owd days o’ th’ Henrys, as onybody might see by
looking into th’ registers i’ Morton Church vestry.’ Still, she
allowed, ‘the owd maister was like other folk-naught mich out o’
th’ common way: stark mad o’ shooting, and farming, and sich
like.’ The mistress was different. She was a great reader, and
studied a deal; and the ‘bairns’ had taken after her. There was
nothing like them in these parts, nor ever had been; they had liked
learning, all three, almost from the time they could speak; and they
had always been ‘of a mak’ of their own.’ Mr. St. John, when he
grew up, would go to college and be a parson; and the girls, as
soon as they left school, would seek places as governesses: for they
had told her their father had some years ago lost a great deal of
money by a man he had trusted turning bankrupt; and as he was
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