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God give me patience!’ ‘And what if he doesn’t, bebee; isn’t he poisoned like a hog? Gentleman, indeed! why call him gentleman? if he ever was one he’s broke, and is now a tinker, a worker of blue metal.’ ‘That’s his way, child, to-day a tinker, to-morrow something else; and as for being drabbed, I don’t know what to say about it.’
‘Not drabbed! what do you mean, bebee? but look there, bebee; ha, ha, look at the gentleman’s motions.’ ‘He is sick, child, sure enough. Ho, ho! sir, you have taken drows; what, another throe! writhe, sir, writhe; the hog died by the drow of gypsies; I saw him stretched at evening. That’s yourself, sir.
'Not drabbed! what do you mean, bebee? but look there, bebee; ha, ha, look at the gentleman's motions. 'He is sick, child, sure enough. Ho, ho! sir, you have taken drows; what, another throe! writhe, sir, writhe; the hog died by the drow of gypsies; I saw him stretched at evening. That's yourself, sir.
God give me patience!" "And what if he doesn't, bebee; isn't he poisoned like a hog? Gentleman! indeed, why call him gentleman? If he ever was one he's broke, and is now a tinker, a worker of blue metal." "That's his way, child, to-day a tinker, to-morrow something else; and as for being drabbed, I don't know what to say about it."
We have no reason to drab baulor at present, we have money and credit; but necessity has no law. Our forefathers occasionally drabbed baulor; some of our people may still do such a thing, but only from compulsion."
‘Hey, bebee!’ cried the girl; ‘what is this? what do you mean? you have blessed the gorgio!’ ‘Blessed him! no, sure; what did I say? Oh, I remember, I’m mad; well, I can’t help it, I said what the dukkerin dook told me; woe’s me, he’ll get up yet.’ ‘Nonsense, bebee! Look at his motions, he’s drabbed, spite of dukkerin.’
"Not drabbed! what do you mean, bebee? but look there, bebee; ha, ha, look at the gentleman's motions." "He is sick, child, sure enough. Ho, ho! sir, you have taken drows; what, another throe! writhe, sir, writhe, the hog died by the drow of gypsies; I saw him stretched at evening. That's yourself, sir.
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