laggige. Thort awd cam an teoll yer.

RANKIN. Thank you. It's verra kind of you, Mr. Drinkwotter.

DRINKWATER. Down't mention it, gavner. Lor bless yer, wawn't it
you as converted me? Wot was aw wen aw cam eah but a pore lorst
sinner? Down't aw ow y'a turn fer thet? Besawds, gavner, this
Lidy Sisly Winefleet mawt wor't to tike a walk crost Morocker--a
rawd inter the mahntns or sech lawk. Weoll, as you knaow, gavner,
thet cawn't be done eah withaht a hescort.

RANKIN. It's impoassible: th' would oall b' murrdered. Morocco is
not lek the rest of Africa.

DRINKWATER. No, gavner: these eah Moors ez their religion; an it
mikes em dinegerous. Hever convert a Moor, gavner?

RANKIN (with a rueful smile). No.

DRINKWATER (solemnly). Nor never will, gavner.

RANKIN. I have been at work here for twenty-five years, Mr.
Drinkwotter; and you are my first and only convert.

DRINKWATER. Down't seem naow good, do it, gavner?

RANKIN. I don't say that. I hope I have done some good. They come
to me for medicine when they are ill; and they call me the
Christian who is not a thief. THAT is something.