It looked as if you meant it for -- for Any One that might need it . But settin ' that aside , d'ye believe or -- do ye ? ' ' I ai n't sayin ' nothin ' , because I 've heard naught , an ' I 've see naught . But if you was to say there was more things after dark in the shaws than men , or fur , or feather , or fin , I dunno as I 'd go far about to call you a liar . Now turnagain , Tom . What 's your say ? ' ` I 'm like you . I say nothin ' . But I 'll tell you a tale , an ' you can fit it as how you please . ' ` Passel o ' no-sense stuff , ' growled Hobden , but he filled his pipe . ` The Marsh men they call it Dymchurch Flit , ' Tom went on slowly . ` Hap you have heard it ? ' ` My woman she 've told it me scores o ' times . Dunno as I did n't end by belieftin ' it -- sometimes . ' Hobden crossed over as he spoke , and sucked with his pipe at the yellow lanthorn flame . Tom rested one great elbow on one great knee , where he sat among the coal . ` Have you ever bin in the Marsh ? ' he said to Dan . ` Only as far as Rye , once , ' Dan answered . ` Ah , that 's but the edge .
Back behind of her there 's steeples XXXXX ' beside churches , an ' wise women settin ' beside their doors , an ' the sea settin ' above the land , an ' ducks herdin ' wild in the diks ' -LRB- he meant ditches -RRB- .
Dan Dunno Flit Hobden Tom belieftin lanthorn settin shaws turnagain