“And you love him?”
“Maybe I do.”
Jerry’s face went the colour of cheese.
“Then you’ll never come with me again, I reckon.”
“I justabout woan’t”—Ivy sat up on her heels and looked straight into his dodging eyes—“I’ll forgive you all, but I’ll give you naun—d’you maake that out? I cud never have loved you, and you’ve shown me plain as mud as you aun’t the kind of chap a girl can go with for fun. If you’re wise you’ll kip awaay—we can’t be friends. So you go and find some other girl as ull do better fur you than I shud ever.”
“If there hadn’t been this chap——”
“It ud have bin the saum. I’m not your sort, my lad, for all you think.”
“Will this other chap marry you?”
“I’ll tell naun about un. He’s no consarn of yourn, as I’ve said a dunnamany times.”
“Ivy, when I was in France, I thought to myself—’Maybe if I’m sober and keep straight, she’ll have me back.’”