Maybe 'twill do if you but laugh at them.
Warp:
I'll try for that; but they are not good jokes;
Though there's a kind of monkey-look about them.
Mrs Huff:
They thinking I'ld be near one or the other
After this night! Will I be made no more
Than clay that children puddle to their minds,
Moulding it what they fancy? — Shale was brave:
He made a bogy and defied it, till
He frightened of his work and ran away.
But Huff! — Huff was for modelling wickedly.
Huff:
Who told you that?
Mrs Huff:
I need no one's telling.
I was your wife once. Don't I know your goodness?
A stupid heart gone sour with jealousy,
To feel its blood too dull and thick for sinning. —
Yes, Huff would figure a wicked thought, but had
No notion how, and flung the clay aside. —
O they were gaudy colours both! But now
Fear has bleacht their swagger and left them blank,
Fear of a loon that cried, End of the World!
Huff: