"Whear the divil?" began the religious elder. "The Lord bless us! The Lord forgie us! Whear the _hell_ wold ye gang? ye marred, wearisome nowt! Ye've seen all but Hareton's bit of a cham'er. There's not another hoile to lig down in i' th' hahse!"

'Where the devil?' he began. 'The Lord bless us! Ye've seen all but Hareton's bit of a chamber. There's not another hole to lie down in i' th' house!'
