"Oh, Mr. Crumb, don't talk like that," said Mrs. Pipkin.
"Mr. Crumb is a little disturbed, but he'll get over it presently," said Mrs. Hurtle.
"She's a nasty slut to go and treat a young man as she's treating you," said Mrs. Pipkin.
"No, ma'am;--she ain't nasty," said the lover. "But she's crou'll--horrid crou'll. It's no more use my going down about meal and pollard, nor business, and she up here with that baro-nite,--no, no more nor nothin'! When I handles it I don't know whether its middlings nor nothin' else. If I was to twist his neck, ma'am, would you take it on yourself to say as I was wrong?"
"I'd sooner hear that you had taken the girl away from him," said Mrs. Hurtle.

"Oh, Mr. Crumb, don't talk like that," said Mrs. Pipkin.
"Mr. Crumb is a little disturbed, but he'll get over it presently," said Mrs. Hurtle.
"She's a nasty slut to treat a young man as she's treating you," said Mrs. Pipkin.
"No, ma'am; she ain't nasty," said the lover. "But she's horrid crou'll. If I was to twist his neck, ma'am, would you say as I was wrong?"
"I'd sooner hear that you had taken the girl away from him," said Mrs. Hurtle.
