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 That's it. Now, Christy. If them two set fighting, it will lick the world.

Come here to me.

Leave me go, I'm saying.

I will, maybe, when your legs is limping, and your back is blue.

Keep it up, the two of you. I'll back the old one. Now the playboy.

Shut your yelling, for if you're after making a mighty man of me this day by the power of a lie, you're setting me now to think if it's a poor thing to be lonesome, it's worse maybe to go mixing with the fools of earth.