"They do like things the like o' that; any ways I'll go up, squoire, arter Sax'nam market, and see how things is lying."
"I wouldn't go just yet, Mr. Crumb, if I were you. She hasn't forgotten the scene at the farm yet."
"I said nothing as warn't as kind as kind."
"But her own perversity runs in her own head. If you had been unkind she could have forgiven that; but as you were good-natured and she was cross, she can't forgive that." John Crumb again scratched his head, and felt that the depths of a woman's character required more gauging than he had yet given to it. "And to tell you the truth, my friend, I think that a little hardship up at Mrs. Pipkin's will do her good."
"Don't she have a bellyful o' vittels?" asked John Crumb, with intense anxiety.

"Any ways I'll go up, squoire, and see how things is lying."
"I wouldn't go just yet, Mr. Crumb, if I were you. She hasn't forgotten the scene at the farm yet."
"I said nothing as warn't kind."
"If you had been unkind she could have forgiven it; but as you were good-natured and she was cross, she can't forgive that."
John Crumb scratched his head, and felt that the depths of a woman's character required more gauging than he had yet managed.
"To tell you the truth, my friend, I think that a little hardship at Mrs. Pipkin's will do her good."
"Don't she have enough vittels?" asked John Crumb, with intense anxiety.
