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"Welcome to Llanwaetur, welcome to Llanwaetur, and Cot pless hur pretty face," said the old woman, who followed Betty Williams out of the cottage. "Hur's my grandmother, miss," said Betty. "Very likely but let me see my Araminta," cried Angelina: "cruel woman! where is she, I say?" "Cot pless hur! Cot pless hur pretty face," repeated the old woman, curtsying.
"Hur purse!" said Betty, with an accent, which showed that she thought this the more serious loss of the two. "Her purse! that's bad indeed: you pay for your own cheesecake and raspberry-ice, and for the glass that you broke," said Mrs. Bertrand. "Put hur has a great deal of money in hur trunk, I pelieve, at Llanwaetur," said Betty.
"Pranty, ay, pranty," repeated Betty Williams "our Miss Hodges always takes pranty in her teas at Llanwaetur." "Brandy! then she can't be my Araminta." "Oh, the very same, and no other; you are quite right, ma'am," said Mrs.
Angelina Bower was, according to his computation, about four miles distant, as well, he said, as he could judge of the place she meant by her description: she had unluckily forgotten that the common name of it was Llanwaetur.
"Welcome to Llanwaetur, miss! pe pleased to excuse our keeping hur waiting, and polting the toor, and taking hur for a ghost and a ropper put we know who you are now the young lady from London, that we have been told to expect." "Oh, then, I have been expected; all's right and my Araminta, where is she? where is she?"
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