"Something like that." "Did you ever hear the like?
I never did think much of the Irish." "Then ye'll take my advice and go home?
Tell ye what, I'll drive ye to the station." Dickson got up from the bed, found his new safety-razor and began to strop it.

"No, I think I'll bide.

If you're right there'll be more to see than glaury roads." "I'm warning ye, fair and honest.

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