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Rattrap round in front of liim, refused point 

 blank, until, as he said, ' he knowed wevver 

 it were t' treuth or wevver it worn a ; and 

 boy goy, young feller,' said he, ' if it is 

 trew as yer troied fer ter knock t' squoire 

 hovver, I shanna gi yer t' gal, bur oi'll gi 

 yer what for or else t' squire'll know, I'll 

 gallantee, and it's 'im as oi shall ex fust toime 

 as a cooms ter Radbreuk.' 



Wadding and the fair Phoebe Turner were 

 bothered to death to know what to do for 

 the best, but woman's wit as usual came to 

 the rescue, and she suggested that he should 

 go up to Portland Place, see Reginald, and 

 make a clean breast of it to him. 



'I daren't do it,' said Wadding — 'he has 

 been too kind to me already ; remember, I 

 might have killed him. Thank God I didn't 

 though, and I'd lay down my life to save him 

 to-morrow ; ' and he meant it too. 



' Jack, dear, we shall never get father's 

 consent unless you do go and see the squire,' 

 said Phoebe ; ' but if he will only tell father 



