They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. With his chisel so fine, tra la! "There!" cried the boy, leaping from the stool, and drawing back a few paces on the bench to examine his performance,—"that'll do. Usually his charges bored him with their interrogative chatter, for he knew that his information more often than not went into one ear and out of the other. Blueskin and the Minters were dragging Wood to the pump. Ramage back his forty pounds. I’m minded to take a whip and beat some sense into you. " Sheppard cordially returned the pressure; and, cautioning Thames, "not to let the ruffles drop, or they might tell a tale," began to warble the following fragment of a robber melody:— "Oh! give me a chisel, a knife, or a file, And the dubsmen shall find that I'll do it in style! Tol-de-rol!" "Vot the devil are you about, noisy?" inquired Abraham.
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