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"Yaw," said Hans, with a lazy yawn, "I pet me your life some folks peen plame fools enough to peen sdirring to-nighd. Dot makes me dired. Vy in dunder don'd dey gid in dere peds und sday dere, ain'd id?" "Oh, some people don't know enough for that," said Ned Gray. "And then there are people who are afraid to go to bed at this season of the year." "Vot vos dot? Afrait uf vot?" "Centipedes."
"Why, Lindau," March began, but the old man interrupted him. "Ton't dalk to me, Passil! I could not haf believedt it of you. When you know how I feel about dose tings, why tidn't you dell me whose mawney you bay oudt to me? Ach, I ton't plame you I ton't rebroach you. You haf nefer thought of it; boat I have thought, and I should be Guilty, I must share that man's Guilt, if I gept hiss mawney.
"Why, Lindau," March began, but the old man interrupted him. "Ton't dalk to me, Passil! I could not haf believedt it of you. When you know how I feel about dose tings, why tidn't you dell me whose mawney you bay oudt to me? Ach, I ton't plame you I ton't rebroach you. You haf nefer thought of it; boat I have thought, and I should be Guilty, I must share that man's Guilt, if I gept hiss mawney.
"Why, Lindau," March began, but the old man interrupted him. "Ton't dalk to me, Passil! I could not haf believedt it of you. When you know how I feel about dose tings, why tidn't you dell me whose mawney you bay oudt to me? Ach, I ton't plame you I ton't rebroach you. You haf nefer thought of it; boat I have thought, and I should be Guilty, I must share that man's Guilt, if I gept hiss mawney.
Ta maad lairt was not fery maad, and if he was maad he was not paad, and it was not to ta plame of him; he wass coot always however." "He was that, daddy." "But it will pe something fery paad, and it will pe troubling her speerit. All is not well, my son." "Weel, dinna distress yersel', daddy. Lat come what wull come.
Ta maad lairt was not ferry maad, and if he was maad he was not paad, and it was not ta plame of him: he was coot always, howefer." "He wass that, daddy." "But it will pe something ferry paad, and it will pe efer troubling her speerit. Aal is not well, my son." "Weel, dinna distress yersel', daddy. Lat come what wull come.
Duncan rose also, and followed her to the door, making her a courtly bow, and that just as she turned away. "It 'll pe a coot 'oman, Mistress Kertope," he said as he came back; "and it 'll no pe to plame her for forgifing Glenlyon, for he did not kill her creat crandmother. Put it'll pe fery paad preeding to request her nainsel, Tuncan MacPhail, to be forgifing ta rascal.
If ta wife will pe ta paad wife, she will pe ta paad wife however, and ta poor man will pe hafing ta paad wife and ta paad plame of it too, and tat will pe more as 'll pe fair, mem." "'Deed ye never said a truer word, Maister MacPhail!" assented Miss Horn.
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