Then he kissed the finger wid the ring on, and they put there arms aboot aich other and clung a bit thegither.
“Goodbye my love!” ses he.
“Goodbye Harry!” ses she.
They seppyrated for a sicond and wint away aich from the uther. Thin they flew back to aich other and clung a bit again. And agin they seppyrated and she run tord the bastemint dure wid her hand to her throte like she was choking. She roon down the stares and I tuk her into me arms. She was shaking and trimbling like a child. Then we herd Mr. Harry’s voyse;
“Claire!” he called and he cum down the stares.
“Oh God!” ses he “I cant do it” ses he. And again they clung. They broke away agin, she pushing him along.
“Goodbye” ses she. “Now go—before they cum” ses she. Then when he was gone she run up the stares and bolted the dure. I herd him at the other side, pooshing at it.
“Claire! Claire! Claire!” he called, and she inside: “Harry! Harry! Oh my love!” ses she. “Goodbye, goodbye!”