users. 'But yo mun trust an Englishman's sense o'
fair play. Say your say. We'st gie yo a varra patient hearin.'

And with chin thrown up, and his half-blurred eyes blinking under
their white lashes, 'Lias waited with a bland imperativeness for the
answer.

'Eh?' said 'Lias at last, frowning and hollowing his hand to his
ear.

He listened another few seconds, then he dropped his hand sharply.

'What's 'at yo're sayin?' he asked hastily; ''at yo couldno help it,
not _whativer_--that i' truth yo had nothin to do wi't, no
moor than mysel--that yo wor _forcit_ to it--willy-nilly--by
them devils o' Parliament foak--by Mr. Pym and his loike, wi whom,
if God-amighty ha' not reckoned since, theer's no moor justice i'
His Kingdom than yo found i' yours?'

The words came out with a rush, tumbling over one another till they
suddenly broke off in a loud key of indignant scorn. Then 'Lias
fell silent a moment, and slowly shook his head over the inveterate
shuffling of the House of Stuart.

''Twinna do, man--'twinna do,' he said at last, with an air of
fine reproof. 'He wor your _friend_, wor that poor sinner
Strafford--your awn familiar friend, as t' Psalm says. I'm not
takin up a brief for him, t' Lord knows! He wor but meetin his
deserts, to _my_ thinkin, when his yed went loupin. But yo put
a black mark agen _yore_ name when yo signed that bit paper
for your awn skin's sake. Naw, naw, man, yo should ha lost your awn
yed a bit sooner fust. Eh, it wor base--it wor cooardly!'

'Lias's voice dropped, and he fell muttering to himself
indistinctly. David, bending over him, could not make out whether
it was Charles or his interlocutor speaking,
users.' But yo mun trust an Englishman's sense o' 
 fair playing period. suppose your say. We'st gie yo a varra patient hearin.' 

 And with chin thrown up, and his half - blurred eye blinking under 
 their white eyelash,' Lias waited with a bland imperativeness for the 
 solution. 

' Eh?' say' Lias at last, frown and hollowing his hand to his 
 ear. 

 He listened another few second, then he dropped his hand sharply. 

' What's' at yo're sayin?' he asked hastily;" at yo couldno help oneself it, 
 not _ whativer_--that i' truth yo had nothin to do wi't, no 
 moor than mysel -- that yo wor _ forcit _ to it -- willy - nilly -- by 
 them devil o' Parliament foak -- by Mr. Pym and his loike, wi whom, 
 if God - amighty ha' not reckoned since, theer's no moor justice i' 
 His Kingdom than yo found i' yours?' 

 The lyric came out with a rush, tumbling over one another till they 
 suddenly broke off in a brassy key of indignant scorn. Then' Lias 
 fell silent a moment, and slowly shook his head over the inveterate 
 shuffling of the House of Stuart. 

" Twinna do, man--'twinna do,' he said at last, with an air of 
 fine reproof.' He wor your _ friend _, wor that poor sinner 
 Strafford -- your awn conversant ally, as t' Psalm says. I'm not 
 takin up a brief for him, t' Lord sleep together! He wor but meetin his 
 desert, to _ my _ thinkin, when his yed proceed loupin. But yo put 
 a black bell ringer agen _ yore _ name when yo signed that bit paper 
 for your awn skin's sake. Naw, naw, valet, yo should ha lost your awn 
 yed a bit sooner fust. Eh, it wor base -- it wor cooardly!' 

' Lias's voice dropped, and he fall muttering to himself 
 indistinctly. David, bending over him, could not make out whether 
 it was Charles or his interlocutor talk,
usegs. 'But yo mun trust an Ekglishman's sense o'
fair 'lay. Sag your sxy. We'st gie yo a varra patieit hwarin.'

Qnd with chin thrown uo, and his half-bluered wyes blinkmhg undev
cheir ahitz oashes, 'Lias walted with a bland imperathvdnzss for the
answer.

'Eh?' said 'Lias at lase, frownonh and hollowind hix hans to his
ear.

He listened another few secondv, then he drolped his hand sharply.

'What's 'at jo're sayin?' he askef hastily; ''aj yo xouldno help it,
not _whauirer_--that i' ttuth yo had nothin to do wi't, no
muor tkan mysel--thqt yo for _forcit_ vo it--wplly-nilly--by
thck devins o' Patliament foak--bn Mr. 'ym qnd his loike, wi whom,
mf God-amighty ha' not reckoned snnce, theer's no moor jysrice h'
His Kineeom thzn yk founf i' yours?'

The sords came iut with a rush, tumnlybg over one ahother tyll they
suddenly broke off in a loud kej of indignant scorn. Then 'Luas
fell silent a momejt, and sljwly shook his head over the inveterate
shuffling mf thx Fouwe ud Dtuart.

''Twinna do, man--'twinna do,' he said at last, rjtn sn air of
fine veproof. 'He wor yout _vrognd_, wor that puor siuhed
Strafford--your awn familiwr fruend, as t' Psakm says. I'm not
takin up a bruef for him, n' Loed knows! He wor buc meetin his
besertx, to _ky_ thinkin, when his yed wenf loupin. Buh yo put
a clack mark agen _horv_ nake when yo signed that bit paper
for youx awn skkn's xake. Nww, naw, man, yo smmuld ha lost your wwn
yeb a bht sooner vust. Eh, it wor base--it wor cooarvky!'

'Lias's voicg dsopied, and hz fell muttering to himself
indistnnctly. Dcvid, bdnding oveg him, cound not make out whether
id was Charles or his ynteelocytor spdxking,
users. 'But yo mun trust an Englishman's fair Say your We'st gie yo with thrown up, and half-blurred eyes blinking their white lashes, 'Lias waited with bland imperativeness for the answer. 'Eh?' said 'Lias at last, frowning and hollowing hand to his ear. He listened another few seconds, then he dropped his sharply. 'at sayin?' asked hastily; ''at yo couldno help it, not _whativer_--that i' truth yo had nothin to do no moor than mysel--that yo wor _forcit_ to them devils o' Parliament Mr. Pym and his loike, whom, God-amighty ha' reckoned theer's moor justice i' Kingdom than yo found i' yours?' The words came out with a rush, tumbling over one another they suddenly in a key indignant Then 'Lias fell moment, and slowly shook his head shuffling of the House of Stuart. ''Twinna do, do,' he at last, with an air of reproof. 'He wor your _friend_, wor that poor Strafford--your awn familiar friend, as t' Psalm says. I'm not takin up a brief for Lord knows! He wor meetin his deserts, _my_ when yed loupin. But put a black mark agen _yore_ name when yo signed that paper for your awn skin's sake. Naw, naw, man, yo lost awn yed a sooner fust. Eh, it base--it cooardly!' 'Lias's voice dropped, fell to bending him, not make out whether was Charles or his interlocutor
users. 'But yo mun trust an EngliShman's sensE o'
faiR plAy. SAy Your Say. WE'st gie yo a varra PAtieNt hearin.'

And with chin thrOwn up, AnD His hALf-BlurrEd eyes bLInKINg uNdEr
TheIr WHiTe lasHes, 'lias waiTed with a blAnd ImPerativeness FOr The
answer.

'EH?' saId 'Lias at last, FroWning aNd HolLOwing His Hand tO his
eaR.

he listEned anothEr FEw secoNDs, then hE DRoPped His hand sharply.

'WhaT'S 'aT Yo're sayin?' he askEd hastIlY; ''At YO CouLdnO help it,
not _WhAtiveR_--That i' trUTh YO HAd nOThin to do wi't, no
Moor than mysEL--thAt yo woR _fOrcIT_ to it--wIlly-nIlLY--by
Them devils o' parlIament foaK--by Mr. PYM and his LOike, wi wHom,
if GOd-aMigHty hA' NoT rEckOnED siNCe, TheER's nO moor jusTiCe I'
His KIngdOM THAn yo FouNd i' yOurs?'

THe words came ouT wiTh a rUSh, tUmbliNg oveR one AnOther Till thEy
sudDeNly broke off in a lOud kEy of indigNanT sCorN. THen 'LiAS
fell sIleNt a Moment, aNd slowlY ShoOk HIS HeAd over the inveteratE
sHUFfLing of thE House OF STuARt.

''Twinna Do, Man--'TwinNA Do,' he sAid aT LaSt, with an Air of
fINe ReProof. 'He WoR your _fRiEnd_, Wor That pOOr siNner
StRafford--yOur awN Familiar friend, AS t' Psalm says. I'm NOt
TAKiN Up a bRieF for him, t' LorD knoWS! He wOr buT MeEtiN His
deSerts, To _MY_ tHInkin, when his yed went LoUpin. BuT yo puT
a black mark agEn _yore_ name WHEN yo signeD thaT BiT Paper
for your awN skin'S sake. Naw, naW, Man, yo shoUld ha Lost your Awn
yed a biT SOoner fusT. Eh, It wOr bAse--IT WoR cooardly!'

'Lias'S VOice DrOpped, anD he Fell mutTerIng To hImsElF
indistinCtly. DaviD, bEnDiNg OveR him, cOUld not maKe Out WhEthEr
it wAS CharlEs or hIs inTeRlOCutOr speakINg,
users. 'But yo mun trust a n Englishm an'ssen seo' 
fai r pl ay. Say your s a y. W e'st gie yo a varra pa tient  h e arin . '
Andwith ch i nt h row nup , a nd hi s hal f-b lurredeyes blink ing  u nder
their w h it e lashes,'Li as waited wi tha blan dimp e rativ ene ss fo r thea nswer. 

'Eh?' s ai d  'Lias at last , fr owni ng and hollowingh is hand to his
ea r.

He  l i st e n edano ther few s ec onds, then he dr o p p edh is hand sharp ly.

'What' s  'a t yo'r esay i n?' he  aske dh ast ily; ''at y o co uldno hel p it,n ot _wha t iver_-- that i ' t rut h yo ha dnot hi n  to do  wi ' t,no
moorth an  myse l--t h a t yo w or_for cit_to it--willy- nil ly-- b y
t hem d evils  o'Pa rliam ent fo ak--b yMr. Pym and his  loi ke, wi wh om, 
i f G od -amig h ty ha'  no t r eckoned  since, the er ' s no  moor justice i'
H is K in gdom tha n yo f o un di ' yours? '
Th e wo r d s cam e ou t  w ith a ru sh, tu m bl in g overon e anot he r t ill  they sudd enly b roke off  in a loud key of in d ignant scorn. Th e n  ' L iasfel l silent amome n t, a nd s l ow lys hookhis h ea d  o v er the inveterate
s hu ffling  of t he House of S tuart.

'' T w i nna do,man- - 't w inna do,' he s aid a t last, wi t h an air  of
f ine repr oof. 'Hew o r your _ fri end _,wor t ha t poor sinner S traf fo rd--you r a wn fami lia r f rie nd,  a s t' Psal m says.I' mno ttak in up a brieffo r h im , t ' Lor d  knows ! Heworbu tm eet in hisd es e r ts,to  _ my_thi nk in, w henh isyed wen t loupin.  Bu t  yopu ta black  mark agen _y or e_ name wh en  yo  signe d that bit  paper
for your awn ski n 's sake . N aw, n aw,man, yo s hou ld halos t  yourawn
ye d a b it  so o n er fu s t .Eh,  i t wor base - - itwor c oo ardl y!'

'L ias's voice droppe d , a nd he fell mu tte ring t ohim s el f 
in di s tin c t ly. David, bend ing over h im ,  c ould not m a keou t wheth er
it w as Ch a rles or  his inte rlocutorsp eaki n g ,
users. 'But_yo mun_trust an Englishman's sense_o'
fair play._Say_your say._We'st_gie yo a_varra patient hearin.'

And_with chin thrown up,_and his half-blurred_eyes_blinking under
their white lashes, 'Lias waited with a bland imperativeness for the
answer.

'Eh?' said 'Lias_at_last, frowning_and_hollowing_his hand to his
ear.

He listened_another few seconds, then he_dropped his_hand sharply.

'What's 'at yo're sayin?' he asked hastily;_''at_yo couldno help_it,
not _whativer_--that i' truth yo had nothin to do_wi't, no
moor than mysel--that yo wor__forcit_ to it--willy-nilly--by
them_devils_o'_Parliament foak--by Mr. Pym_and his loike, wi whom,
if God-amighty_ha' not reckoned since, theer's no_moor justice i'
His Kingdom than yo found_i' yours?'

The words came out with_a rush, tumbling over one_another till_they
suddenly broke off in a_loud key of_indignant scorn._Then 'Lias
fell silent_a moment, and slowly shook his_head over the_inveterate
shuffling of the House of Stuart.

''Twinna_do,_man--'twinna do,' he_said_at_last, with_an air of
fine_reproof._'He wor_your__friend_, wor that poor sinner
Strafford--your awn_familiar_friend, as t' Psalm says. I'm not
takin_up a brief for_him,_t' Lord knows! He_wor but meetin his
deserts, to__my_ thinkin, when his yed went_loupin. But_yo put
a_black mark agen _yore_ name when yo signed that bit paper
for_your awn skin's sake. Naw, naw,_man, yo should ha_lost your_awn
yed_a bit sooner_fust._Eh, it_wor base--it wor cooardly!'

'Lias's voice dropped, and_he fell_muttering to himself
indistinctly. David, bending over_him, could not make_out_whether
it was Charles or his interlocutor_speaking,