"Glory be! It's find ye alone I do," he spoke in rich Irish brogue. "It's trill ye a chune I did from the copse, yonder, so's to soften the hard heart of ye, Caleb. It's dhry I am as a last-year's chip, an' me little jug do be pinin' fer a refillin'."
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91-club-colour-trading-chart "You'll admit, sir, that my failure to obtain employment has not been due to neglect in searching for it.".
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