“Yes,” said Tellef, tearing up bits of heather and tossing them away. “It is cataracts Grandmother has in her eyes.”,
“Oh, well! See here. I’ll lend ye my blouse. Put it on and run down fer yer clo’es.”,
After this, the moment he had swallowed his breakfast, off he would run to Kingthorpe; come home at noon, eat his dinner, and run straight out there again..
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