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Don't heed her. Tell her to go on into her pigsty and not plague us here.

I'm going; but he'll come with me.

Are you dumb, young fellow?

God increase you; but I'm pot-boy in this place, and it's here I liefer stay.

Now you have heard him, and go on from this.

It's lonesome this hour crossing the hill, and if he won't come along with me, I'd have a right maybe to stop this night with yourselves. Let me stretch out on the settle, Pegeen Mike; and himself can lie by the hearth.

Faith, I won't. Quit off or I will send you now.