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Updated: May 15, 2025

Yet you drive him up there every night of the year." "Bad dreams, lad; bad dreams," said the old man, shaking his head with portentous gravity, "forby the boggle of auld Wilson that's maybe what maks Sim ga rakin aboot the fell o' neets without ony eerand."

Sir Hall Caine - The Shadow of a Crime: A Cumbrian Romance