Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers on a vrolyk; and if dey'd chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by shaving it from dat unpleasant complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died. She found the silence comforting, as old people often do. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. Restraining with an effort his intense curiosity, he talked of general subjects only, trying his best to entertain her. William Kneebone, Of me, Sir, you shall never be bone. A nurse came hurrying up.
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