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“But—as'in' your pardon, Nessy,” I says,
“You've tuk his part—all right! success
To the handsome gel you allis were,
Aye, and gennal —but that woman there,”
I says, “I think she'd better be cookin'
Her own mate,” I says, “and lookin'
To herself a bit both before and behind her—
And look slippy,” I says, just a lill reminder,
A sort of a dig d'ye see? woahup!
Look out for squalls! My gough! She up
With a clout, and made a drive that vicious
She didn' strike me, but she knocked two dishes
And a pazil of plates there off the dresser;
And the niece to shout whatavar'd possess her
To do such jeel with the crockery
Of other people—very free,
Very—and batthar remember the cost—
And it wasn' her house—
“You've tuk his part—all right! success
To the handsome gel you allis were,
Aye, and gennal —but that woman there,”
I says, “I think she'd better be cookin'
Her own mate,” I says, “and lookin'
To herself a bit both before and behind her—
And look slippy,” I says, just a lill reminder,
A sort of a dig d'ye see? woahup!
Look out for squalls! My gough! She up
With a clout, and made a drive that vicious
She didn' strike me, but she knocked two dishes
And a pazil of plates there off the dresser;
And the niece to shout whatavar'd possess her
To do such jeel with the crockery
Of other people—very free,
Very—and batthar remember the cost—
And it wasn' her house—
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