"I wur going to say, missus, as my mäaster up at Garlinge Green, whur I wur afore I took to the Marsh at Botolph's Bridge my mäaster, Mus' Pebsham, had a valiant set of Spanish ship, as big as liddle cattle; you shud ought to have seen them." "Did he do any crossing with 'em?" "No, missus leastways not whiles I wur up at the Green." Joanna stared through the thick red sunset to the horizon.
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