"Gone fustian cutting. I were loth to let her go; but somehow we must live; and th' Union can't afford us much."
"Now I must go. You have done me good, Bessy."
"I done you good!"
"Yes, I came here very sad, and rather too apt to think my own cause for grief was the only one in the world. And now I hear how you have had to bear for years, and that makes me stronger."
"Bless yo'! I thought a' the good-doing was on the side of gentlefolk. I shall get proud if I think I can do good to yo'."

'Now I must go. You have done me good, Bessy.'
'I done you good!'
'Yes. I came here very sad, and thinking my own cause for grief was the only one in the world. And now I hear what you have had to bear for years, and that makes me stronger.'
'Bless yo'! I shall get proud if I think I can do yo' good. 