![]() He's not worried about the bench of judges, neither Paul, nor Peter, nor John, nor Matthew, not any of them. ![]() That's the master, you know, that is so set on going to the Grand Assizes. One of them almost got his finger cut off with stopping the other from sticking himself like a calf. "Nelly," he said, "we shall have a coroner's inquest soon, at our place. I' course, he tells Dame Catherine how her fathur's goold runs into his pocket, and her fathur's son gallops down t' broad road, while he flees afore to oppen t' pikes!" Does he niver say nowt of his fine living amang us, when he goes to t' Grange? This is t' way on't:-up at sun-down: dice, brandy, cloised shutters, und can'le-light till next day at noon: then, t'fooil gangs banning und raving to his cham'er, makking dacent fowks dig thur fingers i' thur lugs fur varry shame un' the knave, why he can caint his brass, un' ate, un' sleep, un' off to his neighbour's to gossip wi' t' wife. He can girn a laugh as well's onybody at a raight divil's jest. He's noan feared o' t' bench o' judges, norther Paul, nur Peter, nur John, nur Matthew, nor noan on 'em, not he! He fair likes-he langs to set his brazened face agean 'em! And yon bonny lad Heathcliff, yah mind, he's a rare 'un. That's maister, yeah knaw, 'at 's soa up o' going tuh t' grand 'sizes. One on 'em 's a'most getten his finger cut off wi' hauding t' other fro' stickin' hisseln loike a cawlf. "Nelly," he said, "we's hae a crowner's 'quest enow, at ahr folks'.
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