It isn't
Chorley as I blame so much; he's a poor, snivellin' creature, and he
was frightened, but it's the girl. She doesn't care for him no more
than me, and then again, although, as I tell you, he's such a poor
creature, he's awful cruel and mean, and she knows it. But what was
I a-goin' to say? Never shall I forget that wedding. You know as
it's a short cut to the church across the farmyard at the back of my
house. The parson, he was rather late--I suppose he'd been giving
himself a finishin' touch--and, as it had been very dry weather, he
went across the straw and stuff just at the edge like of the yard.
There was a pig under the straw--pigs, my dear,' turning to Clara,
'nuzzle under the straw so as you can't see them. Just as he came to
this pig it started up and upset him, and he fell and straddled
across its back, and the Lord have mercy on me if it didn't carry him
at an awful rate, as if he was a jockey at Epsom races, till it come
to a puddle of dung water, and then down he plumped in it. You never
see'd a man in such a pickle! I heer'd the pig a-squeakin' like mad,
and I ran to the door, and I called out to him, and I says, "Mr
Ormiston, won't you come in here?" and though, as you know, he allus
hated me, he had to come. Mussy on us, how he did stink, and he saw
me turn up my nose, and he was wild with rage, and he called the pig
a filthy beast.
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