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moother. EMMA. A wish A 'ad bin. A'd 'ave knocked some sense into thy silly yead. SAM (_suddenly and clumsily kneels above chair left of table_). Wilt tha 'ave me, Emma? A mak' good money in th'engine-house. EMMA. Get oop, tha great fool. If tha didn't keep thasel' so close wi' tha moonin' about in th' engine-'ouse an' never speakin' a word to nobody, tha'd knaw A were keepin' coompany wi' Joe Hindle. SAM (_scrambling up_). Is that a fact, Emma? EMMA. Of course it's a fact. Banns 'ull be oop come Sunday fortneeght. We've not 'idden it neither. It's just like the great blind idiot that tha art not to 'a' seen it long enough sin'. SAM. A wer'n't aware. By gum, A 'ad so 'oped as tha'd 'ave me, Emma. EMMA (_a little more softly_). A'm sorry if A've 'urt thee, Sam. SAM. Aye. It were ma fault. Eh, well, A think mebbe A'd best be goin'. EMMA (_lifts box to left_). Aye. Parson's coomin' to see Mrs. Ormerod in a minute. SAM (_with pride_). A knaw all about that, anyhow. EMMA. She'm in a bad way. A dunno masel' as Parson can do much for 'er. SAM. It's 'ard lines on an ould un. Well, yo' 'll not want me'ere. A 'll be movin' on. (_Getting his cap out_) No offense, Emma, A 'ope. A'd 'ave asked thee first if A'd knawn as 'e were after thee. A've bin tryin' for long enough. EMMA. No. Theer's no offense, Sam. Tha's a good lad if tha art a fool, an' mebbe tha's not to blame for that. Good-bye. SAM. Good-bye, Emma. An'--An' A 'ope 'e'll mak' thee 'appy. A'd dearly like to coom to th' weddin' an' shake 'is 'and. (MRS. ORMEROD _heard off right._) EMMA. A'll see tha's asked. Theer's Mrs. Ormerod stirrin'. Tha'd best be gettin'. SAM. All reeght. Good-bye, Emma. EMMA. Good-bye, Sam. (_Exit_ SAM _left centre._ MRS. ORMEROD _comes from the inside door. She has a small blue teapot in her hand._) SARAH. Was anybody 'ere, Emma? A thowt A yeard someun talkin', only my yearin' isn't what it used to be, an' A warn't sure. EMMA. It were Sam Horrocks, Mrs. Ormerod. SARAH. Yon lad of ould Sal Horrocks as died last year? 'Im as isn't reeght in 'is yead? EMMA. Aye. 'E's bin askin' me to wed 'im. SARAH (_incensed_). In my 'ouse? Theer's imperence for thee, an' tha promised to another lad, an' all. A'd 'ave set about 'im wi' a stick, Emma. EMMA. 'E didn't knaw about Joe. It made me feel cruel like to 'ave to tell 'im. SARAH. 'E'll get ower it. Soom lass 'll tak' 'im. EMMA. A suppose so. S
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