said Dan . ` What did he promise , now ? ' Tom pretended to think . ` Was n't your woman a Whitgift , Ralph ? Did n't she ever say ? ' ` She told me a passel o ' no-sense stuff when he was born . ' Hobden pointed at his son . ` There was always to be one of 'em that could see further into a millstone than most . ' ` Me ! That 's me ! ' said the Bee Boy so suddenly that they all laughed . ` I 've got it now ! ' cried Tom , slapping his knee . ` So long as Whitgift blood lasted , Robin promised there would allers be one o ' her stock that -- that no Trouble ` ud lie on , no Maid ` ud sigh on , no Night could frighten , no Fright could harm , no Harm could make sin , an ' no Woman could make a fool of . ' ` Well , ai n't that just me ? ' said the Bee Boy , where he sat in the silver square of the great September moon that was staring into the oast-house door . ` They was the exact words she told me when we first found he was n't like others . But it beats me how you known 'em , ' said Hobden . ` Aha ! There 's more under my hat besides hair ? '
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Aha Dan Hobden Maid Ralph Tom allers first oast-house passel