D. Indeed I came on purpose to ask for it.
J. And how came you to think about it? Did it come into your head last night when you jumped out of the window upon the dunghill, and lurked about in Maud’s field?
J. I see you? If I had, I should not have let you go on playing your tricks.
D. Does my father know about it?
J. O yes, he knew all about it last night, and he saw you skulking under the hedge this morning.
Dick was quite astonished; he coloured, and looked like a thief caught in the act.
J. Why I do believe you are ashamed for once. You know what you have done, and out will come the horsewhip.
Dick sat down on a stone, and began to cry, “O how unhappy I am, I wish I was dead!”
J. Why that perhaps might suit you, if it was not for what the Bible tells us. But now, Dick, say which you had rather suffer; a few horse-whippings in this world, or eternal torments in the next? But come, we will see whether something cannot be done to make up what has happened. What have you been about since day-break?