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"Were you, George?"

"Yes" Here George turned to look at , dropped

his eyes and fumbled with his hands, while up under his tanned

skin there crept a painful, burning criot summ'at more to tell 'ee--summ'at as I never meant to tell

to a soul; when you was down--lyin' at e?"

"I--I kicked 'ee--once!"

"Did you, George?"

"Ay--I--I were e an' blood lust, an'--oh,his

shoulders, "leastways I can look 'ee in the eye now that be off

my mind An' now, if so be you 'ood un, Peter"

"No, I shall never raise e"

"'Tis likely you be thinkin' me a poor sort o' man, arter what

--what I just told 'ee--a coward?"

"I think you more of a man than ever," said I

"Why, then, Peter--if ye do think that, here's ood-by!"