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"Wolfville's proud of 'em, an'every time some ign'rant bein' asks about Wolfville an' the social features of the camp, we allers mentions Tutt an' his wife, an' tells how they keeps house, sorter upholsterin' our bluff.
"What has salt ?" "A-ah, an' there's where ye're ign'rant, young feller, wit' all yer buke l'arnin'. 'Tis gold I mean gold thot ye can show t' thim thot gits cur'us. But if it was me, I'd sink me shaf' in a likelier spot than what this spot is I wuddn't be bringing up durt like this, an' be callin' the hole a mine!
"I reckon I am," he replied, gazing steadily at her without feeling or resentment and speaking slowly, "yes, I'm an 'ign'rant, savage, stupid brute," deliberately accenting each word as he repeated the stinging phrase, " but what's the use?" he finished with a mirthless laugh.
She seemed to see the agonized humility in his expression and hear the low tenseness of his voice as he repeated aloud the words she had used "An ign'rant, savage, stupid brute!" She laughed almost hysterically. "Why can I see him just him and not the others? Has he come to to haunt me?" she finished with a gasp. The sand had reached her breast. How long before it clutched at her throat?
"I don't hate you I hate myself!" "Yourself?" with a questioning lift of her voice. "Yes, myself!" he replied with a short, bitter laugh. "Why shouldn't I bein' an 'ign'rant, savage, stupid brute!" Carolyn June flinched as he repeated the cruel words she herself had spoken, it seemed, now so long ago.
Even a poor ign'rant Irish girl has rights, Mrs. Fenelby, an' hired I was, t' worrk for th' Commonwealth. An' here I stay, without ye choose t' hand me me month's wages!" Mrs. Fenelby looked appealingly at Tom, and Tom looked at Billy. "I think she'd win, if she took it to law," said Billy. "You know how the judges are.
"Why, your impossible stories about animals that can talk, and a tin woodman who is alive, and a scarecrow who can think." "They are all there," said Dorothy, "for I have seen them." "I don't believe it!" cried the hen, with a toss of her head. "That's 'cause you're so ign'rant," replied the girl, who was a little offended at her friend Billina's speech.
"Oh, Ramblin' Kid, you are indeed an 'ign'rant, savage, stupid brute! You are 'ign'rant," she continued while he looked at her with a puzzled expression in his eyes, "of the ways of a woman's heart; you are 'savage' in the defense of a woman's honor; you are 'stupid' not to see that it is the man a woman wants and not the thin social veneer; you are a 'brute' an utter brute, Ramblin' Kid to to make a girl almost tell you tell you that she she "
Thin it wint down through th' earls an' th' markises an' th' rest iv th' Dooley fam'ly, till fin'lly all that was left iv it was flung to th' ign'rant masses like Hinnissy, because they made a lot iv noise an' threatened to set fire to th' barns. "'An' there ye ar-re. Ye'll niver get it be askin' th' polis f'r it.
Won't annybody get up? Won't annybody say that they don't know annything about annything worth knowin' about? Thin, be Hivens, I will. All alone I'll stand up befure me class an' say: 'Hinnissy, about annything that can't be weighed on a scales or measured with a tape line I'm as ign'rant as ye'ersilf.
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