'No, not now; but I live near there.'
'Ye doan't know a feller down thar called Mulock, I doan't s'pose—Bony Mulock?'
'Yes, I do; I know him well.'
'So do I. I'm gwine ter see 'im.'
'Where were you acquainted?'
'Up ter Harnett—I b'long thar—nigh on ter Chalk Level. He war raised thar.'
'Yes, I know; but he left there long ago.'
'Nigh on ter nine year. I'm his wife.'
'You his wife!' exclaimed the Squire, turning round and looking at her.
'Yas. He put eöut nine year ago, and I han't heerd nor seed nary a thing on him sence, till a spell back. But I'll stick ter him this time, like a possum ter a rail. He woan't put eöut no more, ye kin bet high on thet!'