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"Got you this time then," he said gruffly. "There, what did I say?" cried Magglin, in a sharp, acid voice that sounded almost like a woman's. "I told you that you oughtn't to be catching them rabbids, and now you see what trouble you're in." "Oh, you told 'em so, did you, my lad?" said the keeper in a deep, angry voice, and he seemed like a great mastiff growling at a common-looking cur.
"But look here, there ain't no harm in a rabbid, and I was looking out for you two to ast if you'd like to meet me, just by accident like, somewheers down to this side o' High Pines, where the sandhills is. There's a wonderful lot o' rabbids there just now." "Yes, but when?" cried Mercer. "I want a rabbit or two to skin and stuff." "And you'd gie me the rabbids to eat." "Of course.
"Oh, only five shillin'. It's like giving it away, only a chap I know wants some money, and he ast me to see if any of the young gents would like to buy it." "'Tisn't your old ferret, then?" "Oh no, sir; I got rid o' that long enough ago, because I thought people would say I kep' it to catch rabbids. They are so disagreeable. But this is an out and outer to catch rabbids," he whispered.
"Oh, I don't know nothing about rabbids," said Magglin. "It won't do so with me; 'tis yours then." "Will it bite?" I asked. "Rats, sir. You try him, he's as tame as a kitten. But I must get back to my work. Where'll you have it?" "I want it up in my box the old corn-bin up in the loft, Magg. Will you take it and put it in if I give you the key?" "Course I will, sir." "And bring me back the key?"
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