Chapter 57

“Nor yet me. I like a man that likes a dawg,” says Towler. “Nor yet me,” says Mister Callard from the next table. “But there’s some not to hold nor to bind,” said Mug o’ Cider. “I hear ’em in the bar, nights. Oh, I say nought! Landlord’s a dumb dog with pricket ears. Ah! That’s landlord. But they mean ye no good, Weaver. It’ll go hard but they’ll take thy work away if they can. And if they can do a spite to you and yours, they ool. They’ve worked on Squire, too.” “I know, thank ye kindly all the same,” said Kester.…