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`` Well , she 's had paltry food for a lover since he went away . He 's got certain ideas , and she 'll hear direct when -- but there , I must shut my mouth , for I swore by fantastic oaths to say nothing . '' `` He ought to write , whether or no . You tell Will that Jan Grimbal be about building a braave plaace up under Whiddon , and is looking for a wife at Monks Barton morning , noon , an ' evening . That 's like to waken him . An ' tell him the miller 's on t ` other side , and clacking Jan Grimbal into Phoebe 's ear steadier than the noise of his awn water-wheel . '' `` And she will grow weak , mark me .