--"Now, Lareuce! do let I up. There! bimeby
maester'll come, an a'll beA¤t I athin a ninch o' me life; do let I
up!"--Naw I wunt.
"Larence! I bag o'ee, do ee let I, up! D'ye zee! Tha shee-ape be Acll
a breakin droo tha hadge inta tha vivean-twenty yacres; an Former
Haggit'll goo ta LAc wi'n, an I sholl be kill'd. _--Naw I wun't--
'tis zaw whot: bezides I hant a had my nap out._ "Larence! I da
zAc, thee bist a bad un! Oot thee hire what I da zAc? Come now an let
I scooce wi'. Lord a massy upon me! Larence, whys'n thee let I up?"
_CAcz I wunt. What! muss'n I hAc an hour like wither vawk ta ate my
bird an cheese? I do zAc I wunt; and zaw 'tis niver-tha-near to keep
on._
"Maester tawl'd I, nif I wer a good bway, a'd gee I iz awld wasket;
an I'm shower, nif a da come an vine I here, an tha shee-ape a brawk
inta tha vive-an-twenty yacres, a'll vleng't awAc vust! Larence, do
ee, do ee let I up! Ool ee, do ee!"--_Naw, I tell ee I wunt._
"There's one o' tha sheep 'pon iz back in tha gripe, an a can't turn
auver! I mis g'in ta tha groun an g'out to'n, an git'n out.
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