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"Bet," said Will, when they got outside; "Bet, I'm here. What is it? You're in trouble. I can tell by the way you turn your head away as you're in sore trouble. Why, there -- you're sobbing. Don't, don't. It hurts me sore to see you thus."
"It were the music," said Bet. "Hester allays moves me, and there were words as brought mother back. I didn't hold to mother so much when she were living -- I weren't never too good to her; but now it seem to me as if I fair hungered for her, and I'd like well to send her a message -- many messages. Then, there were them last words. Why, Will, any one 'ud suppose that Hester were of mother's thinking. I never could have guessed it."