Jack's been heah; he say he reck'n you's ben shot, kase you didn' come home no mo'; so I's jes' dis minute a startin' de raf' down towards de mouf er de crick
, so's to be all ready for to shove out en leave soon as Jack comes agin en tells me for certain you IS dead.
The majority of dairymen have a cross manner at milking time, but it happened that Mr Crick
was glad to get a new hand--for the days were busy ones now--and he received her warmly; inquiring for her mother and the rest of the family--(though this as a matter of form merely, for in reality he had not been aware of Mrs Durbeyfield's existence till apprised of the fact by a brief business-letter about Tess).
If this were one of those realistic Zolaesque stories I would describe the crick
in the back that--but let us hurry on.