Dead Men Tell No Tales



“I doubt you’ll be thinking them’s our own,” said she. “I wish they were; t’squire sent ‘em in this afternoon.”

“For my use?”

“Ay; I doubt he thought what we had ourselves wasn’t good enough. An’ it’s him ‘at sent t’ armchair, t’bed-linen, t’bath, an’ that there lookin’-glass an’ all.”

She had followed me into the bedroom, where I looked with redoubled interest at each object as she mentioned it, and it was in the


242 of 682



“I doubt you’ll be thinking them’s our own,” said she. “I wish they were; t’squire sent ‘em in this afternoon.”

“For my use?”

“Ay; I doubt he thought what we had ourselves wasn’t good enough. An’ it’s him ‘at sent t’ armchair, t’bed-linen, t’bath, an’ that there lookin’-glass an’ all.”

She had followed me into the bedroom, where I looked with redoubled interest at each object as she mentioned it, and it was in the


242 of 682