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"Because they have so much to say for themselves," said the black man, "even when dead and gone. When they are laid in the churchyard, it is their own fault if people a'n't talking of them. Who will know, after I am dead, or bitchadey pawdel, that I was once the beauty of the world, or that you, Jasper, were " "The best man in England of my inches.
When my father and mother were bitchadey pawdel, which, to tell you the truth, they were for chiving wafodo dloovu, they left me all they had, which was not a little, and I became the head of our family, which was not a small one. I was not older than you when that happened; yet our people said they had never a better krallis to contrive and plan for them, and to keep them in order.
'Well, I am sorry you have given up your snake-hunting, many's the strange talk I have had with our people about your snake and yourself, and how you frightened my father and mother in the lane. 'And where are your father and mother? 'Where I shall never see them, brother; at least, I hope so. 'Not dead? 'No, not dead; they are bitchadey pawdel. 'What's that? 'Sent across banished. 'Ah!
Who will know, after I am dead, or bitchadey pawdel, that I was once the beauty of the world, or that you Jasper were 'The best man in England of my inches. That's true, Tawno however, here's our brother will perhaps let the world know something about us.
‘Because they have so much to say for themselves,’ said the black man, ‘even when dead and gone. When they are laid in the churchyard, it is their own fault if people ain’t talking of them. Who will know, after I am dead, or bitchadey pawdel, that I was once the beauty of the world, or that you Jasper were—’ ‘The best man in England of my inches.
"Of course, your reverence," says I, "we are broken people; give a shilling, your reverence, to the poor broken woman." Oh, these gorgios! they grudge us our very language! 'She called you her son, Jasper? 'I am her son, brother. 'I thought you said your parents were 'Bitchadey pawdel; you thought right, brother. This is my wife's mother. 'Then you are married, Jasper?
'And has he none of his own? 'Sometimes he has; but he is not so well off as myself. When my father and mother were bitchadey pawdel, which, to tell you the truth, they were for chiving wafodo dloovu, they left me all they had, which was not a little, and I became the head of our family, which was not a small one.
'Because they have so much to say for themselves, said the black man, 'even when dead and gone. When they are laid in the churchyard, it is their own fault if people a'n't talking of them. Who will know, after I am dead, or bitchadey pawdel, that I was once the beauty of the world, or that you, Jasper, were 'The best man in England of my inches.
"And has he none of his own?" "Sometimes he has; but he is not so well off as myself. When my father and mother were bitchadey pawdel, which, to tell you the truth, they were, for chiving wafodo dloovu, they left me all they had, which was not a little, and I became the head of our family, which was not a small one.
"Well, I am sorry you have given up your snake-hunting; many's the strange talk I have had with our people about your snake and yourself, and how you frightened my father and mother in the lane." "And where are your father and mother?" "Where I shall never see them, brother; at least, I hope so." "Not dead?" "No, not dead; they are bitchadey pawdel." "What's that?" "Sent across banished." "Ah!
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