“Dom that Bess for a meddlesome fule. Oh, she’s gey canny, that Bess. But Ivy, li’l Ivy, yo’ll no cast me off for that?”
“Why shud I kip you?—you’ve bin a-fooling me. You maade as you wur a free man, and all the while you wur married. I—I loved you.”
“And yo’ kin lo’ me still....” He sought to take her, but she pushed him off.
“Reckon I can’t. Reckon as I’ll never disremember all the lies you’ve said. And you spuk of loving me ... knowing all the whiles.... Oh, you sought to undo me! Reckon I’m jest a gurt trusting owl, but it wur middling cruel of you to trick me so.”
“Ivy—by God A sweer——”
“Be hemmed to your silly swears. I’ll never believe you more.”
“But yo’ll no cast me off fur a wumman up North....”
“I don’t care where she be. She’s yourn—and you hid her from me. If you’d toald me straight, maybe I—but ...”
“Yo’ na speered of me. Why should A have spoken?”