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"Larence! do let I up! Creeplin Philip'll be shower ta catch me!
Thic cockygee! I dwont like en. at Acll; a's za rough, an za zoA1r. An
_Will Popham_ too, ta betwite me about tha maid: a cAcll'd er a
ratheripe _Lady-buddick_. I dwont mislike tha name at Acll,
thawf I dwont care vor'n a stra, nor a read mooA¤te; nor thatite o' a
pin! What da thAc cAcll _he_? Why, tha _upright man_, cAcs a
da ston upright; let'n; an let'n wrassly too: I dwont like zitch
_hoss-plAcs_, nor _singel-stick_ nuther; nor _cock-
squailin'; nor menny wither mAc-games that Will Popham da volly. I'd
rather zitin tha poorch, wi' tha jessamy ranglin roun it, and hire
Fanny zeng. Oot let I up, Larence?"--_Naw, I tell ee I ont athout
a penny moor._
_"Rawzey Pink_, too, an _Nanny Dubby_ axed I about Fanny.
What bisniss ad thAc ta up wi't? I dwont like norn'om? _Girnin
Jan_ too shawed iz teeth an put in his verdi.--I--wish theeA¤ze
vawk ood mine ther awn consarns an let I an Fanny alooA¤ne.
"Larence! doose thee meA¤n to let I goo?"--_Eese, nif thee't gee me
tuther penny_.
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