"It's nout," said Bessy. "It's not death yet. I had a fearfu' night wi' dreams--or somewhat like dreams, for I were wide awake--and I'm all in a swounding daze to-day,--only yon poor chap made me alive again. No! it's not death yet, but death is not far off. Ay. Cover me up, and I'll may be sleep, if th' cough will let me. Good night--good afternoon, m'appen I should say--but th' light is dim an' misty to-day."
'It's nout,' said Bessy. 'It's not death yet. I had a fearfu' night wi' dreams - or somewhat like dreams, for I were wide awake - and I'm all in a daze today, only yon poor chap made me alive again. No! it's not death yet, but death is not far off. I'll maybe sleep, if th' cough will let me. Good night.'