"So he kissed the girl and off he went, promising to call in and settle affairs in a day or two. The next day Agnes, which was the younger girl, she also wrote a note to her mother telling her some more strange news: "'God above!' the mother cried out, 'can it be true, both of you girls, my own daughters, and by the same man! Oh, whatever were you thinking on, both of ye! Whatever can be done now!" "What!" ejaculated Sam, "both on 'em, both on 'em!" "As true as God's my mercy--both on 'em--same chap. Ah! Mrs. Mallerton was afraid to tell her husband at first, for old Harry was the devil born again when he were roused up, so she sent for young William herself, who'd not come again, of course, not likely. But they made him come, O yes, when they told the girl's father. "'Well may I go to my d-d-d-damnation at once!' roared old Harry--he stuttered you know--'at once, if that ain't a good one!' So he took off his coat, he took up a stick, he walked down street to William and cut him off his legs. Then he beat him till he howled for his mercy, but you couldn't stop old Harry once he were roused up--he was the devil born again. They do say as he beat him for a solid hour; I can't say as to that, but then old Harry picked him up and carried him off to The British Oak on his own back, and threw him down in his own kitchen between his own two girls like a dead dog. They do say that the little one Agnes flew at her father like a raging cat until he knocked her senseless with a clout over head; rough man he was." "Well, a' called for it sure," commented Sam. "Her did," agreed Bob, "but she was the quietest known girl for miles round those parts, very shy and quiet." "A shady lane breeds mud," said Sam. "What do you say?--O ah!--mud, yes. But pretty girls both, girls you could get very fond of, skin like apple bloom, and as like as two pinks they were. They had to decide which of them William was to marry." "Of course, ah!" "I'll marry Agnes'--says he. "'You'll not'--says the old man--'you'll marry Edie.' "'No I won't'--William says--'it's Agnes I love and I'll be married to her or I won't be married to e'er of 'em.' All the time Edith sat quiet, dumb as a shovel, never a word, crying a bit; but they do say the young one went on like a ... a young ... Jew." "The jezebel!" commented Sam. "You may say it; but wait, my man, just wait. Another cup of beer? We can't go back to church until this humbugging rain have stopped." "No, that we can't." "It's my belief the 'bugging rain won't stop this side of four." "And if the roof don't hold it off it 'ull spoil the Lord's Commandments that's just done up on the chancel front."