‘Eh, dear! but it’s awful t’ think o’ sitting wi’ a man that has seen th’ doorway into hell,’ said Bell, aghast.
Sylvia had dropped her work, and sat gazing at Kinraid with fascinated wonder.
Daniel was just a little annoyed at the admiration which his own wife and daughter were bestowing on the specksioneer’s wonderful stories, and he said—
‘Ay, ay. If a’d been a talker, ye’d ha’ thought a deal more on me nor ye’ve iver done yet. A’ve seen such things, and done such things.’
‘Tell us, father!’ said Sylvia, greedy and breathless.
‘Some on ‘em is past telling,’ he replied, ‘an some is not to be had for t’ asking, seeing as how they might bring a man into trouble. But, as a said, if a had a fancy to reveal all as is on my mind a could make t’ hair on your heads lift up your caps—well, w
