You should hev him allus wi' ye.
DORA.
You are generous, but it cannot be. I cannot love you; nay, I think I
never can be brought to love any man. It seems to me that I hate men,
ever since my sister left us. Oh, see here. (_Pulls out a letter_.) I
wear it next my heart. Poor sister, I had it five years ago. 'Dearest
Dora,--I have lost myself, and am lost for ever to you and my poor
father. I thought Mr. Edgar the best of men, and he has proved himself
the worst. Seek not for me, or you may find me at the bottom of the
river.--EVA.'
DOBSON.
Be that my fault?
DORA.
No; but how should I, with this grief still at my heart, take to the
milking of your cows, the fatting of your calves, the making of your
butter, and the managing of your poultry?
DOBSON.
Naae'y, but I hev an owd woman as 'ud see to all that; and you should
sit i' your oaen parlour quite like a laaedy, ye should!
DORA.
It cannot be.
DOBSON.
And plaaey the pianner, if ye liked, all daaey long, like a laaedy, ye
should an' all.
DORA.
It cannot be.
DOBSON.
And I would loove tha moor nor ony gentleman 'ud I loove tha.
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