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Eh?
I believe you ain't heard a word I've been sayin'.

Gracious king! If you ain't enough to drive the mate of a cattle boat into gettin' religion! Do you hear me?
I say she won't pay--" Jed, who was sitting before the battered old desk in the corner of his workshop, did not look around, but he waved his right hand, the fingers of which held the stump of a pencil, over his shoulder.
"Ssh-h, sh-h, Sam!" he observed, mildly.

"Don't bother me now; please don't, there's a good feller.

I'm tryin' to work out somethin' important." "Well, this is important.