“I know her too well to believe any harm of her.”
“What call have you and the likes o' you wi' her? 'Tis no good comes o' such company keepin'.”
“I tell you again, no harm has come of it to her.”
“Whose hair does she carry about then in that gold thing as she hangs around her neck?”
Tom blushed scarlet, and lowered his eyes without answering.
“Dost know? 'Tis thine, by—.” The words came hissing out between his set teeth. Tom put his hands behind him, expecting to be struck as he lifted his eyes, and said,—
“Yes, it is mine; and, I tell you again, no harm has come of it.”
“'Tis a lie. I knowed how 'twas, and 'tis thou hast done it.”
