"What had you said?"
"I said as how she ought to be let come home again, and that if I was to stay there at the mill, I'd fetch her. Then he struck at me with one of the mill-bolts. But I didn't think much o' that."
"Was it then he—cursed you?"
"No; mother came up, and I went aside with her. I told her as I'd go on speaking to the old man about Carry;—and so I did."
"And where is Carry?" Sam made no reply to this whatever. "You know where she can be found, Sam?" Sam shook his head, but didn't speak. "You couldn't have said that you would fetch her, if you didn't know where to find her."
"I wouldn't stop till I did find her, if the old man would take her back again. She's bad enough, no doubt, but there's others worse nor her."
"When did you see her last?"
"Over at Pycroft."
"And whither did she go from Pycroft, Sam?"
"She went to Lon'on, I suppose, Mr. Fenwick."