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Yes, your honour; and I'll tell you all how it was, without either meddling or making with it; though I did think there was no great harm in carrying it home to my poor boy, who has been going about bare-headed for this fortnight past, like an ouzle, with its feathers on end.

Well, well; where did you find it?

Last night, your honour.

I should call that when.

You puzzle him, my good Sir.

No matter.—(To Labourer.) When did you find it, then?

Just there, too, please your honour.

Don't question him so methodically; but let him tell his own story first.

Thank your honour, that is just what I means to do as soon as I can get the end of it. For