'And yourn's the same Bible, you're sure o' that, Master Marner-
the Bible as you brought wi' you from that country- it's the same as
what they've got at church, and what Eppie's a-learning to read in?'
'Yes,' said Silas, 'every bit the same; and there's drawing o' lots
in the Bible, mind you,' he added, in a lower tone.
'Oh, dear, dear,' said Dolly, in a grieved voice, as if she were
hearing an unfavourable report of a sick man's case. She was silent
for some minutes; at last she said:
'There's wise folks, happen, as know how it all is; the parson
knows, I'll be bound; but it takes big words to tell them things,
and such as poor folks can't make much out on. I can never rightly
know the meaning o' what I hear at church, only a bit here and
there, but I know it's good words- I do. But what lies upo' your mind-
it's this, Master Marner: as, if Them above had done the right thing
by you, They'd never ha' let you be turned out for a wicked thief when
you was innicent.'
'Ah!' said Silas, who had now come to understand Dolly's
phraseology, 'that was what fell on me like as if it had been
red-hot iron; because, you see, there was nobody as cared for me or
clave to me above nor below. And him as I'd gone out and in wi' for
ten years and more, since when we was lads and went halves- mine own
famil'ar friend, in whom I trusted, had lifted up his heel again'
me, and worked to ruin me.
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