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"Did 'ee tell randfer, I always have and always shall!"

"Loves Black Jarge!" he repeated; "allus 'as--allus will! Oh,

Lord! what 'ave I done?" Now, very slowly, a tear crept down his

wrinkled cheek, at sight of which Prue gave a little cry, and,

kneeling beside his chair, took him in her arms "Oh, ht--Oh, Prue, 'twere

voice broke off

"'Tis all right, grandfer, never think of it--see there, I be

sed fule I be!" said the old randfer!"

"That's what I be, Prue--a danged fule! If I do go afore that

theer old, rusty stapil, 'twill serve ed fule I

be! Allus loved 'im--allus will, an' wishful to i' 'i two or three times, "so

'ee shall, my sweet--so 'ee shall, sure as sure, so coive the old randfer?" said Prue between two kisses

"A fine, strappin' chap be Jarge; arter all, Peter, you bean't a

patch on Jarge for looks, be you?"

"No, indeed, Ancient!"

"Wishful to wed 'iain, Prue, for I be goin' to see Squire--ay, I be goin' to