Dead Men Tell No Tales

with fear. “What are you bothering me for?” I blustered. “Do you want me to wring your neck?”

“Oh, I’ll go, sir! I’ll go, I’ll go,” he moaned.

“I’ve a good mind not to let you. I wouldn’t if I was fit to walk five miles.”

“But I’ll roon ‘em, sir! I will that! I’ll go as fast as iver I can!”

“And have a conveyance at the road-end of the lane as near an hour hence as you possibly can?”

“Why, there, sir!” he cried,


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with fear. “What are you bothering me for?” I blustered. “Do you want me to wring your neck?”

“Oh, I’ll go, sir! I’ll go, I’ll go,” he moaned.

“I’ve a good mind not to let you. I wouldn’t if I was fit to walk five miles.”

“But I’ll roon ‘em, sir! I will that! I’ll go as fast as iver I can!”

“And have a conveyance at the road-end of the lane as near an hour hence as you possibly can?”

“Why, there, sir!” he cried,


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