On Shaming

man ‘lost her good name’ an forced to do penance standing in the church porch in a white sheet.

a neighbour met her at the parish pump: “as I was holding the pail, she was a-pumping it. “Er burst into tears; for her was a-thinking, poor critter, of ‘er young days. ‘Er said, “Sally, I ban’t what I was, and never shall be, afore I paid penance. That’s many a year agone, but standing up in that there white sheet a’ took something out of me that’ll never come back. the spirit left me, and even sin’ though I can eat my wittles regler, somehow I ‘came a-lived like in the dust.”

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