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The women drives me about my own house as if I had n't a ` most no business there . '' And so the hammers and trowels were heard again ; and old Brattle would sit perfectly silent , gazing at the men as they worked . Once , as he saw two men and a boy shifting a ladder , he turned round , with a little chuckle to his wife , and said , `` Sam 'd ` a see 'd hisself d -- d , afore he 'd ` a asked another chap to help him with such a job as that . '' As Mrs. Brattle told Mrs. Fenwick afterwards , he had one of the two erring children in his thoughts morning , noon , and night . `` When I tell ` un of George , '' -- who was the farmer near Fordingbridge , -- `` and of Mrs. Jay , '' -- who was the ironmonger 's wife at Warminster , -- `` he wo n't take any comfort in them , '' said Mrs. Brattle . `` I do n't think he cares for them , just because they can hold their own heads up . '' At the end of three weeks the Grinder was still missing ; and others besides Mr. Jones , the attorney , were beginning to say that Sam Brattle should be let out of prison .