 
 <prompt> ```CHAPTER TWELVE. 

THE DARKEST HOUR BEFORE THE DAWN. 

Many months waka pass, during wey Andrew Black, wey don shave clean, brush-up, and convert to one very respectable, ordinary-looking artisan, dey do the trade of a turner, for one underground cellar for one of the most populous parts of the Cowgate. E lost for the crowd na im idea of security. And e no far from correct. E cellar get one way to escape through one back door. The grated window, wey dey under the level of the street, dey allow light enter im whirling lathe, but, with the help of dirt on top the glass, e dey confuse the eye of the curious. 

Im evenings dey spent for Candlemaker Row, where, as e sit down by the window with im mama, Mrs. Wallace, and the two girls, e dey smoke im pipe and dey talk about Scotland's wahala while e dey look across the tombs at the glow for the western sky. Ramblin' Peter--wey no be small pikin again, but one fairly well-grown and good-looking youth--na im dey always visit the Row. Aggie Wilson don teach am how to use im mouth, but Peter no be person wey go use am for idle flirtation--nor Aggie the girl wey go listen if e do am. Dem don see too much of the harsh side of life to condescend on top play. 

One time, by one superhuman effort, and with one alarming flush of the face, Peter succeed in stammer one declaration of im feelings. Aggie, with flaming cheeks and downcast eyes, accept the declaration, and the matter don settle; na so e be, for the matter rush both of them, as e be, unexpectedly, and as dem dey for public street at the time and the hour na noon, further demonstration fit don dey awkward.``` <response>: ```1. No
2. Andrew Black
3. artisan
4. Cowgate.
5. underground
6. Yes
7. smoked im pipe
8. No
9. dirt
10. im mama
11. Mrs. Wallace
12. two girls
13. Yes
14. one young person``` 