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a marlock wi' mo ? He'll be oop

i th' beawse theer. Aw mun go look (going).

Col. G. (preventing him). And how am I to know you're not a housebreaker ?

Th. Dun yo think an owd mon like mosel' would be of mich use for sich wark as that, mon ?

Col. G. The more fit for a spy, though, to see what might be made of it.

Th. Eh, mon! Dun they do sich things as yon? But aw’m seechin' nothin', man nor meawse, that donnot belung me. Aw tell

yo true. Gie mo mo Mattie, and aw'll trouble yo

Aw winnot--if yo'll give mo back mo Mattie. (Comes close up to him and lays his hand on his arm.) Be yo a feyther, mon ?

Col. G. Yes.
Th. Ov a pratty yung lass?
Col. G. Well, no. I have but a son.
Th. Then thae winnot help mo?

Col. G. I shall be very glad to help you, if you will tell me how.

no moor.

Th. Tell yor maister 'at Mattie's owd feyther's coom a' the gait fro Rachda to fot her whoam, and aw'll be much obleeged to him iv he'll let her goo beout lunger delay, for her mother wants her to whoam : hoo's but poorly. Tell yor maister that.

Col. G. But I don't believe my master knows anything about her.

Th. Aw're tellin' tho, aw seigh' th' mon goo into this heawse but a feow minutes

agoo ?

Col. G. You've mistaken somebody for him.

Th. Well, aw'm beawn to tell tho moore. Twothre days ago, aw seigh mo chylt coom eawt ov this same dur-aw mane th' heawse

dur, yon.

Col. G. Are you sure of that?
Th. Sure as death. Aw seigh her back.

Col. G. Her back! Who could be sure of a back ?

Th. By th' maskins ! dosto think I dunnot know mo Mattie's back? I seign her coom eawt o' that dur, aw tell tho!

Col. G. Why didn't you speak to her ?
Th. AV cood.
Col. G. And she didn't answer ?

Th. Aw didn't co' leawd. Aw're not willin' to have ony mak ov a din.

Col. G. But you followed her surely ?

Th. Aw did ; but aw're noan so good at walkin' as aw wur when aw coom ; th' stwons ha' blistered mo fet. An it're the edge o’ dark like. Aw connot seigh weel at neet, wi o'th' lamps; an afoor aw geet oop wi' her, hoo's reawnd th' nook, and gwon fro mo seet.

Col. G. There are ten thousands girls in London you might take for your own under such circumstances-not seeing more than the backs of them.

Th. Ten theawsand girls like mo Mattie, saysto ?—wi’her greight eighes and her lung

yure ?--Puh!

Col. G. But you've just said you didn't see her face !

Th. Dunnot aw know what th' face ov mo chylt be like, beout seein' ov it? Aw'm noan ov a lump-yed. Nobory as seigh her once wouldn't know her again.

Col. G. (aside). He's a lunatic!-I don't see what I can do for you, old fellow.

Th. (rising). And aw met ha' known it beout axin’! O’reet! Aw're a greight foo’! But aw're beawn to coom in: aw lung'd to goo through th' same dur wi' mo Mattie. Good day, sir. It be like maister, like mon ! God's curse upon o' sich! (Turns his back. After a moment turns again.) Noa.

Aw winnot say that; for mo Mattie's sake aw winnot say that.

that. God forgie you! (going by the house).

Col. G. This way, please! (opening the street-door).

Th. Aw see. Aw'm not to have a chance oy seein' oather Mattie or th' mon. Exit.

Col. G. resumes his boot absently. Re-enter

THOMAS, shaking his fist. Th. But aw tell tho, aw'll stick to th' place day and neet, aw wull. Aw wull. Aw wull.

Col. G. Come back to-morrow.

Th. Coom back, saysto? Aw'll not goo away (growing fierce).

Wilto gie mo mo Mattie ? Aw'm noan beawn to ston here so mich lunger. Wilto gie mo mo Mattie ?

Col. G. I cannot give you what I haven't got.

Th. Aw'll break thi yed, thou villain! (threatening him with his stick). Eh,

Eh, Mattie ! Mattie! to loe sich a mon's maister more'n me! I would dey fur thee, Mattie. Exit.

Col. G. It's all a mistake, of course. There are plenty of

young men-but my Arthur's none of such. I cannot believe it of him. The daughter! If I could find her, she would settle the question. (It begins to grow dark.) I must help the old man to find her. He's

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