“Monny’s the pleasant word as soom heer has spok’n wi’ me; monny’s the face I see heer, as I first seen when I were yoong and lighter heart’n than now. I ha’ never had no fratch afore, sin ever I were born, wi’ any o’ my like; Gonnows I ha’ none now that’s o’ my makin’. Yo’ll ca’ me traitor and that⁠—yo I mean t’ say,” addressing Slackbridge, “but ’tis easier to ca’ than mak’ out. So let be.”

He had moved away a pace or two to come down from the platform, when he remembered something he had not said, and returned again.