She thought about it。
〃Well; youre……youre〃 she began。
〃Im what?〃
She looked him up and down。
〃Youre a bow…leg man。〃
Which he was。 There was a roar of laughter。 They loved her
that she was indomitable。
〃Ah;〃 said Marriott。 〃Only a pole…cat says that。〃
〃Well; I am a pole…cat;〃 she flamed。
There was another roar of laughter from the men。
They loved to tease her。
〃Well; me little maid;〃 Braithwaite would say to her; 〃an
hows th lambs wool?〃
He gave a tug at a glistening; pale piece of her hair。
〃Its not lambs wool;〃 said Anna; indignantly putting back
her offended lock。
〃Why; whatst ca it then?〃
〃Its hair。〃
〃Hair! Wheriver dun they rear that sort?〃
〃Wheriver dun they?〃 she asked; in dialect; her curiosity
overing her。
Instead of answering he shouted with joy。 It was the triumph;
to make her speak dialect。
She had one enemy; the man they called Nut…Nat; or Nat…Nut; a
cretin; with inturned feet; who came flap…lapping along;
shoulder jerking up at every step。 This poor creature sold nuts
in the public…houses where he was known。 He had no roof to his
mouth; and the men used to mock his speech。
The first time he came into the 〃George〃 when Anna was there;
she asked; after he had gone; her eyes very round:
〃Why does he do that when he walks?〃
〃E canna elp isself; Duckie; its th make o th
fellow。〃
She thought about it; then she laughed nervously。 And then
she bethought herself; her cheeks flushed; and she cried:
〃Hes a horrid man。〃
〃Nay; hes non horrid; he canna help it if he wor struck that