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Show 18 "I doan't think tha wants to knaw th'orrible, cruel, ter'ble fate that awaited Sir Walter," said Sam as he closed the book from which he was reading. "Thya's reight! We doan't!" said Barbara who was sitting at a spinning wheel, but who had been listening more intently than her brothers. "Why doan't yer leave the room, Barbara!" was the strong hint of Samuel. With an air that infuriated Samuel, Barbara looked at him as though she were trapped in a helpless dilemma, "Aye sure, and are ye gonna do the spinnin?" Samuel's grimace was interrupted by Joseph's note of exasperation. "Ger on Sam, tell us what 'appened." Barbara, with an ever-so-slight grin of triumph, resumed her spinning. The wool would make a beautiful rug. "Was i.t really gory?" pressed Joseph. "Tha should hear this!" Samuel held the book invitingly open. Barbara, knowing the way it was with Sam, dropped to her knees and clasped her hands in a pleading position, "He just wants thee to beg 'im to go on. Oh please, Samuel, please tell us the endin!" "It's not fer feant-'earted females!" he spoke through clenched teeth. Samuel motioned the boys to draw close. They scooted themselves forward. Even with |