But, yeh see, I may not have a chance right off to pay yeh back for the times ye've carried my gun and hull caboodie. Say, now, girne that gun, any-way." "All right, if yeh feel like it, Jim," Smith replied, and they trudged along doggedly in the sun, which was getting higher and hotter each half mile. "Ain't it queer there ain't no teams cornin' along." "Well, no, seem's it's Sunday."
Good wine needs not a wisp. Grace is best for the man. Goe shoe the Geese. Giff, gaff, makes good friends. Good chear, and good cheap, garres many haunt the House. God sends men cold, as they have clothes to. Good-will should be tane in part of payment. God sends never the mouth, but the meat with it. Girne when you knit, and laugh when ye loose. Go to the Devil for Gods-sake.
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