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"But it dudn't do as aw expected. Aw expected as it 'ud sit deawn ageean an' lay another. "But it just gi'e one wonderin' sooart o' chuck, an then, after a long stare reawnd th' hen-coyt, it woked eawt, as mad a hen as aw've ever sin. Aw fun' eawt after, what th' long stare meant. It were tekkin' farewell! For if yo'll believe me that hen never laid another egg i' ony o' my nests.
"Well, sir," scratching his head with his disengaged hand, "Thar ain't but two more places ter look the cuss is either in the lazaret, er' else hidin' in the passage forward; more likely the last." "Why not the lazaret?" "Cause thar wouldn't be no object fer him to go thar. He dudn't get out agin with the kiver shut down.
I asked; "and here's a tin cup never been handled!" "Whoy, dudn't ee knaw, Maister Jan," said Bill Dadds, looking at me queerly, "as Jan Vry wur gane avore braxvass." "Oh, very well," I answered, "John knows what he is doing." For John Fry was a kind of foreman now, and it would not do to say anything that might lessen his authority.
"After the pilot was gone I says tull the mate: 'Uf you dunna know onythun', old mon, for Heaven's sake keep your mouth shut. "'But ye dud smash thot lighter, dudn't ye? says he. "'Uf we dud, says I, 'ut's no your buzz'ness tull be tellun' the pilot though, mind ye, I'm no admuttun' there was ony lighter.
'Who has been and left his scythe? I asked; 'and here's a tin cup never been handled! 'Whoy, dudn't ee knaw, Maister Jan, said Bill Dadds, looking at me queerly, 'as Jan Vry wur gane avore braxvass. 'Oh, very well, I answered, 'John knows what he is doing. For John Fry was a kind of foreman now, and it would not do to say anything that might lessen his authority.
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