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In the first place, the decorous, kind-hearted, sientleman, had unconsciously called out, by his own

refinement and courteousness of manner, all the latent courtesy

in the other

Mr Hale treated all his fellow-creatures alike: it never entered

into his head to make any difference because of their rank He

placed a chair for Nicholas stood up till he, at Mr Hale's

request, took a seat; and called hiins,'

instead of the curt 'Nicholas' or 'Higgins,' to which the

'drunken infidel weaver' had been accustomed But Nicholas was

neither an habitual drunkard nor a thorough infidel He drank to

drown care, as he would have himself expressed it: and he was

infidel so far as he had never yet found any form of faith to

which he could attach hiaret was a little surprised, and very ins in earnest conversation--each

speaking with gentle politeness to the other, however their

opinions ht clash Nicholas--clean, tidied (if only at the

puh), and quiet spoken--was a new creature to her, who

had only seen hih independence of his own

hearthstone He had 'slicked' his hair doith the fresh water;

he had adjusted his neck-handkerchief, and borrowed an odd

candle-end to polish his clogs with and there he sat, enforcing

so Darkshire accent, it is

true, but with a lowered voice, and a good, earnest composure on

his face Her father, too, was interested in what his co He looked round as she caave her his chair, and then sat down afresh as quickly as

possible, and with a little bow of apology to his guest for the

interruption Higgins nodded to her as a sign of greeting; and

she softly adjusted her working materials on the table, and

prepared to listen

'As I was a-sayin, sir, I reckon yo'd not ha' much belief in yo'

if yo' lived here,--if yo'd been bred here I ax your pardon if I

use wrong words; but what I s and maxis and the life, yo' never saw, nor no

one else Now, yo' say these are true things, and true sayings,

and a true life I just say, where's the proof? There's many and

many a one wiser, and scores better learned than I as,--whilemy bread Well, I sees

these people Their lives is pretty much open to me They're real

folk They don't believe i' the Bible,--not they They may say

they do, for form's sake; but Lord, sir, d'ye think their first

cry i' th' et hold on eternal

life?" or "What shall I do to fill ains shall I strike?" The purse and

the gold and the notes is real things; things as can be felt and

touched; them's realities; and eternal life is all a talk, very

fit for--I ax your pardon, sir; yo'r a parson out o' work, I

believe Well! I'll never speak disrespectful of a man in the

same fix as I'm in mysel' But I'll just ax yo another question,

sir, and I dunnot want yo to answer it, only to put in yo'r pipe,

and so for to set down us, who only believe