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Yere no such a thing, cried Alan, with a start. There may be a trifling matter of an inch or two; Im no saying Im just exactly what ye would call a tall man, whatever; and I dare say, he added, his voice tailing off in a laughable manner, now when I come to think of it, I dare say yell be just about right. Ay, itll be a foot, or near hand; or may be even mair! It was sweet and laughable to hear Alan eat his words up in the fear of some fresh quarrel. I could have laughed, had not my stitch caught me so hard; but if I had laughed, I think I must have wept too. Alan, cried I, what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow? Deed, and I dont, know said Alan. For just precisely what I thought I liked about ye, was that ye never quarrelled:and now I like ye better! |
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