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He scanned me with a puzzling look of commiseration. "Ye're not a-going to sell yereself for seven year, my lad?" said he. "I was near that myself when I was young, and I thank God' to this day that I talked first to an honest man, even as you are doing. They'll give ye a pretty tale, the factors, of a land of milk and honey, when it's naught but stripes and curses yell get."

He scanned me with a puzzling look of commiseration. "Ye're not a-going to sell yereself for seven year, my lad?" said he. "I was near that myself when I was young, and I thank God' to this day that I talked first to an honest man, even as you are doing. They'll give ye a pretty tale, the factors, of a land of milk and honey, when it's naught but stripes and curses yell get."

Ye anger me just grinning at it like a fool and yer own doin'. Have ye forgot how to talk?" Tom grinned the more, but was saved the effort of a reply by a loud noise from the bundle. "Here's another," cried Mrs. Cowan to me. "Ye needn't act as if it was an animal. Faith, yereself was like that once, all red an' crinkled. But I warrant ye didn't have the heft," and she lifted it, judicially.

"Perhaps I'd better shake this in the corridor and then we can hang it up," he said. She allowed him to do so and the old man remarked: "Guid gear's worth the saving, and I was thinking it would be nane the waur o' a bit shake, but if ye had leeved to my age among the mosses, ye'd no' find yereself sae soople." "Any kind of gear's worth taking care of." "That's true," agreed the other.

He scanned me with a puzzling look of commiseration. "Ye're not a-going to sell yereself for seven year, my lad?" said he. "I was near that myself when I was young, and I thank God' to this day that I talked first to an honest man, even as you are doing. They'll give ye a pretty tale, the factors, of a land of milk and honey, when it's naught but stripes and curses yell get."

Ye anger me just grinning at it like a fool and yer own doin'. Have ye forgot how to talk?" Tom grinned the more, but was saved the effort of a reply by a loud noise from the bundle. "Here's another," cried Mrs. Cowan to me. "Ye needn't act as if it was an animal. Faith, yereself was like that once, all red an' crinkled. But I warrant ye didn't have the heft," and she lifted it, judicially.