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‘If yo’d led the life I have, and getten as weary of it as I have, and thought at times, “maybe it’ll last for fifty or sixty years — it does wi’ some,”— and got dizzy and dazed, and sick, as each of them sixty years seemed to spin about me, and mock me with its length of hours and minutes, and endless bits o’ time — oh, wench! I tell thee thou’d been glad enough when th’ doctor said he feared thou’d never see another winter.’
‘Why, Bessy, what kind of a life has yours been?’
‘Nought worse than many others, I reckon. Only I fretted again it, and they didn’t.’
‘But what was it? You know, I’m a stranger here, so perhaps I’m not so quick at understanding what you mean as if I’d lived all my life at Milton.’
‘If yo’d ha’ come to our house when yo’ said yo’ would, I could maybe ha’ told you. But father says yo’re just like th’ rest on ’em; it’s out o’ sight out o’ mind wi’ you.’
‘I don’t know who the rest are; and I’ve been very busy; and, to tell the truth, I had forgotten my promise —’
‘Yo’ offered it! we asked none of it.’
‘I had forgotten what I said for the time,’ continued Margaret quietly. ‘I should have thought of it again when I was less busy. May I go with you now?’ Bessy gave a quick glance at Margaret’s face, to see if the wish expressed was really felt. The sharpness in her eye turned to a wistful longing as she met Margaret’s soft and friendly gaze.
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