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"Aye, sure; but wunna ye coe 'ull be back anon; he'd be glad t' ha' ye to supper wi'm, I'll be's warrand"

"No, Dolly, thank you; I' strides, Gyp close to his heels, out of the workyard, and along the highroad leading away froe and down to the valley As he reached the foot of the slope, an elderly horseman, with his portmanteau strapped behind him, stopped his horse when Ada look at the stalorkman in paper cap, leather breeches, and dark-blue worsted stockings

Ada, presently struck across the fields, and now broke out into the tune which had all day long been running in his head: Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noonday clear; For God's all-seeing eye surveys Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways