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"It's a little blarney that'll jist suit th' old lady," she said to herself, as she made her first conciliatory advance. "An' sure an' it's a beautiful kitten you've got there, Mrs. Hopkins. An' it's a splendid mouser she is, I'll be bound. Does n't she look as if she'd clans the house out o'them little bastes, bad luck to em." Mrs.
"It's a little blarney that'll jist suit th' old lady," she said to herself, as she made her first conciliatory advance. "An' sure an' it's a beautiful kitten you've got there, Mrs. Hopkins. An' it's a splendid mouser she is, I'll be bound. Does n't she look as if she'd clans the house out o'them little bastes, bad luck to em." Mrs.
I like it far better than the town, for there isna a wheen duddie bairns to be crying after ane, as if ane were a warld's wonder, just because ane maybe is a thought bonnier and better put-on than their neighbours though, Jeanie, ye suld never be proud o' braw claiths, or beauty neither wae's me! they're but a snare I ance thought better o'them, and what came o't?"
"Mac, you're a damned liar," replied Llewellyn. He was an overlord in manner when with natives, but his quarter aboriginal blood caused the least aspersion on them by others to touch him on the raw. "Well, there's a bloody lot o'them," broke in Lying Bill. "Eighty only," stated Llewellyn, conclusively. "The Government has taken a census, and they 're all to be brought here.
'Wall, said he, helping himself to a chew of tobacco, 'we ve tried thet. Gin 'em t'everybody we know but there ain't folks enough' there's such a slew o'them bilers. We could give one if ev'ry man, woman an' child in Faraway an' hex enough left t'fill an acre lot. Dan Perry druv in t'other day with a double buggy. We gin him one fer his own fam'ly.
I like it far better than the town, for there isna a wheen duddie bairns to be crying after ane, as if ane were a warld's wonder, just because ane maybe is a thought bonnier and better put-on than their neighbours though, Jeanie, ye suld never be proud o' braw claiths, or beauty neither wae's me! they're but a snare I ance thought better o'them, and what came o't?"
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