Part 2 (2/2)

'No ht, that thou wouldst swear thy bastard to me'

'For shame, for shame, Tummas, to talk o'that'n! If it mun be a bastard, thou well knowest it is a bastard of thy own begetting'

'I know better'

'Oh Christ! Tummas: canst thou look in my face and tell me that?'

'Yea, I can'

'Thou art a base false man, Tummas!'

'Don't call names'

'Thou knowest thou art What canst thou hope for, after swearing so wickedly as thou didst to be true to me and marry me, but that the devil should coo to the devil, it shall not be for nothing But ue in thy head'

'Thou hadst a better a kept an honest one in thine, Tu _ and _threating_ to lay thy bastard at ht me to shame and misery, and hast sworn thyself to the bottomless pit: what canst thou do more?'

'Thou shall see'

As he said this, he deliberately drew a knife froan to whet it upon his shoe--I was breathless: my hair stood on end--The woman exclaimed:

'Jesus God! Tummas; What dost thou mean?'

'Say thy prayers!'

'Merciful Saviour! Why, thou wilt not o alive out of this place'

'Christ have mercy upon my sinful soul!'

'I'll do thy business'

'For the gracious love of the merciful heaven, Tuly bastard brat to me!'

'I wunnot, Tummas; I wunnot! For Christ Jesus sake bethink thyself!

Dunnot murder me, Tummas! Oh, dunnot murder me! I'll never trouble thee, Tummas, while I have breath; I'll never trouble thee! Indeed, indeed, I wunnot!'

'I know thee better: tomorrow thou would'st tell all; this and all'

'Never, Tummas: as God shall pardon my sins, never, never, never!'