'Yes, I think it is because Crona and I have been talking such a lot, and it was nearly all about Mr. Blake.'
'Ye won't hever forget he, Lotty, I'll lay.'
'Oh no, Chops, and I felt somehow that I could have dropped and died—like—like a dead mouse or something'——
'A dead rose-lintie, eh?' Chops suggested.
'When he told me he was going away, and we might not meet again for ever, ever so long. Ah, Chops, I've no right to think of him, even as my only brother, which he called himself, and me only a mite of a gipsy lass. I should have said "I only," Chops, but somehow "me only" seems sweeter.'
They had reached the cliff-top, and stars were out in the north and the east, and glinting on the sea.
'We've often stood here together, Chops, looking at the stars and the sea.'
'Us has,' said Chops.
'Well, Chops, I won't see them much longer now.'
'Miss Lotty, wot yer a-saying of? Cold water be a-tricklin' down my spine. Was it the dead-candle wot'——