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"Larry o hale." "p.s. Plaze give my apologys to yoor muther for forgitin to send my respeks to her. also to maryan, whos a dasent woman av she wasnt so fond o' fitein. also to richards an' his beter haf gemima. Shees a good sowl too av she wasnt aflikted wid too ardint a desir to wair some of her husbands garmints. so no more at present from L.o.h."
If yoo don't I am havin' you watshed an you will los yoor job an likely be hanged. We are arumd so be keerful. This aint yella. This is rite. It was a long job and he was tired when it was finished, for his days at school had been full of so many other things besides lessons that literary efforts were always strenuous for him.
He is going to complain of you to the King." "The Duke! Who told you about that?" "Himself. You are not secure yet but I don't think he'll go to the King, for I threatened him with his agreement with the baker's daughter. But he wants to fight you; be on yoor guard." "Once for all do you know how the Duke was informed of all this?" "Through the Marshal's wife.
"Liberty!" "Liberty! What do YOOR little lot know of liberty?" "What does any little lot know of liberty?" "It waits outside, too big for our understanding. Like the night and the stars. And lust, Remington! lust and bitterness!
I rite to say that weer starvin but the Kaid as they cals the guvner Here says heel take a ransum for us of 150 spanish dolars the Kaid has past his word in yoor name to the moors for that sum or theyd hav spiflikate us too.
I hope yer onor has as much to spair in yer pokit, an will luke alive wid it, for if yoo don't its all up wid me mesmaits inkloodin yoor onors obedent humbil servint to comand ted flagan." "Well, I hope, with poor Flaggan," said Mrs Langley laughingly, "that you have as much to spare in your `pokit, for if not, it is plain that the poor fellows will be led into captivity."
Him was my master, Kurnil Langley, an' only do the right ting: humbil hisself to our Dey w'en hims contry do wrong. Now, here we is comin' to Bab-el-Oued, that means the Water-gate in yoor lingo, w'ere the peepils hold palaver."
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