So you see I comed
by 'er 'onest enough, p'leaceman, though she worn't ezzackly my own
darter.'
'Well, well,' I said; 'go on.'
'Yes, it's all very well to say "go on," p'leaceman; but if you'd got
as much water in your legs as I've got in mine, an' if you'd got no
more wind in your bellows than I've got in mine, you'd find it none
so easy to go on.'
'What was she doing in the churchyard?'
'Well, p'leaceman, I'm tellin' you the truth, s'elp me Bob! I was
a-lookin' over the graves to see if I could find a nice comfortable
place for my pore gal, an' all at once I heered a kind o' sobbin' as
would a' made me die o' fright if it 'adn't a' bin broad daylight,
an' then I see a gal a-layin' flat on a grave an' cryin', an' when I
got up to her I seed as she wur covered with mud, an' I seed as she
wur a-starvin'.'
'Good God, woman, you are lying! you are lying!'
'No, I ain't a-lyin'. She tookt to me the moment she clapped eyes on
me; most people does, and them as don't ought, an' she got up an' put
her arms round my neck, and she called me "Knocker.
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