“Coom then, tha mun goo!” he said.

“Mun I?” she said.

“Maun Ah!” he corrected.

“Why should I say maun when you said mun ,” she protested. “You’re not playing fair.”

“Arena Ah!” he said, leaning forward and softly stroking her face.

“Tha’rt good cunt, though, aren’t ter? Best bit o’ cunt left on earth. When ter likes! When tha’rt willin’!”

“What is cunt?” she said.

“An’ doesn’t ter know? Cunt! It’s thee down theer; an’ what I get when I’m i’side thee, and what tha gets when I’m i’side thee; it’s a’ as it is, all on’t.”