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"But, miss, hear-rt-hunger has kilt more good min thin belly-hunger ye'll foind th' broth in yon buckut." He joined the half-breed, who waited in silence. At the door he turned and again addressed the girl. "In th' big buckut's ye're oun snack. Ate ut befoor ut gits cowld. Phwin ye're done, wake um up an' make um dhrink some coffee an' all he c'n howld av th' broth.
An' from that toime on till he wint down undher th' logs we wuz loike two brothers ondly more so." "Pretty good man, was he?" "A-a-h, there wuz a man!" Fallon's big fist banged noisily upon the table, and his blue eyes lighted as he faced his employer. "Misther Appleton, ye losht a man phwin th' greener wint undher.
"Ut tuk eight av us to howld um whilst Burrage toied um hand an' fut, an' phwin we'd dhrug um into th' shtore we seed 'twuz Creed hissilf. Twuz two days befoor th' sheriff come fer um, an' in th' mane toime he'd gabble an' yell about th' greener comin' afther um, an' how he come out av th' wather, an' so on.
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