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“What cud it ha' been,
Nessy?” he says, “I navar seen
The lek,” he says: “was it walkin' he was
In his sleep, or drivin', at laste, and the hoss
Tuk for the Ballaquine on a chance?”
But no! God bless him! there wasn' no sense
In that; and the late or the arly—which?
And beat all conscience and as dark as pitch
The most of the time—and
Nessy?” he says, “I navar seen
The lek,” he says: “was it walkin' he was
In his sleep, or drivin', at laste, and the hoss
Tuk for the Ballaquine on a chance?”
But no! God bless him! there wasn' no sense
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And beat all conscience and as dark as pitch
The most of the time—and
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