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But he promptly replied, "Yis, but owd Edwards were a soight too cliver; he were that mean he slew nobbutt a wankling cauf as were bound to deny anny road; if he had nobbutt tekken his best cauf it wud hev worked reight enuff; 'tain't in reason that owd skrat 'ud be hanselled wi' wankling draffle."
The people were still collected at the foot of the street, but they were now in knots, when in dashed Flucker, arriving by a short cut, and crying: "She does na ken, she does na ken, she was ower moedest to look, I daur say, and ye'll no tell her, for he's a blackguard, an' he's just making a fule o' the puir lass, and if she kens what she has done for him, she'll be fonder o' him than a coow o' her cauf."
No magistrate was at hand to put a stop to the traffic in human life, and the single policeman, realising that he had no written instructions to deal with such a case as this, had discreetly withdrawn himself to the remotest quarter of the town. So Learoyd was left free to conduct his infamous auction. "Shoo's for sale," he cried, "same as if shoo were a cauf; and shoo goes to t' highest bidder."
Take, for instance, Master Holofernes's vituperation of Don Adrian de Armado in Love's Labour Lost, and see what you can make of it: 'I abhor such phantasms, such insociable and point-devise companions, such rackers of orthography, as to speak dout fine, when he should say doubt; det, when he should pronounce debt; d, e, b, t; not d, e, t; he clepeth a calf, cauf; half, hauf; neighbour vocatur nebour; neigh abbreviated ne: this is abominable, which we would call abhominable. Such a passage is curious, coming from one of whom it was asked: 'Monsieur, are you not lettered? and answered: 'Yes, yes; he teaches boys the Horn-book.
"It's a hors d'oeuvre before the story," interposed Ian Stewart, throwing back his tall dark head and looking up at the picture through his eye-glasses, his handsome face alive with interest. "'Tak' awa' the kickshaws, Fletcher, 'and bring us the cauf." The Professor gathered his full beard in one hand and smiled deprecatingly.
The night had gathered thick about them. And for a few moments out of the darkness came no sound. At length Mr Cupples resumed: "I maun jist confess, cauf that I was and yet I wad hae been a greater cauf gin it hadna been sae I cud hae lickit the verra dist aff o' the flure whaur her fit had been.
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