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"I beg your pardon," returned Thomas; "I never thoucht o' that. The soun' was sae bonnie, I jist stud and hearkened. I beg your pardon.�-But that's no the richt thing for the Sawbath day." "But ye're haein' a walk yersel', it seems, Thomas." "Ay; but I'm gaun ower the hills to my school. An' I maunna bide to claver wi' ye, for I hae a guid twa hoors' traivel afore me."
Fareweel to you, Elshie, and mony thanks I downa be fashed wi' the siller e'en now, for I maun awa' to meet my friends at the Trysting-place Sae, if ye carena to open the window, ye can fetch it in after I'm awa'." Still there was no reply. "He's deaf, or he's daft, or he's baith; but I hae nae time to stay to claver wi' him."
They lie like those at Schoonecte and Claver Rack, between the hills and along the creek, which sometimes overflows all the land, and drowns and washes out much of the wheat. The place is square, set off with palisades, through which there are several gates; it consists of about fifty houses within the stockade.
Peter Carey, yes. No, Peter Claver I am thinking of. Denis Carey. And just imagine that. Wife and six children at home. And plotting that murder all the time. Those crawthumpers, now that's a good name for them, there's always something shiftylooking about them. They're not straight men of business either. O, no, she's not here: the flower: no, no. By the way, did I tear up that envelope?
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