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"And what did she say to that?"
"Why, sir, she said it would be a good story for you if he was."
"And what did she mean by that, do you think?"
"Faix, then, I dunna--barrin' that you're in the black books wid him,
and that you'd have a better chance of gettin' in undher a stranger that
didn't know you."
"Nanny," he replied, laughing, "you are certainly a very smart girl,
and indeed a very pretty girl--a very interesting young woman, indeed,
Nanny; but you won't listen to reason."
"To raison, sir, I'll always listen; but not to wickedness or evil."
"Will you have a glass of punch? I hope there is neither wickedness nor
evil in that."
"I'm afraid, sir, that girls like me have often found to their cost too
much of both in it. Thank you, Masther Hycy, but I won't have it; you
know I won't."
"So you will stand in your own light, Nanny?"
"I hope not, sir; and, wanst for all, Mr. Hycy, there's no use in
spakin' to me as you do. I'm a poor humble girl, an' has nothing but my
character to look to."
"And is that all you're afraid of, Nanny?"
"I'm afear'd of Almighty God, sir: an' if you had a little fear of Him,
too, Mr. Hycy, you wouldn't spake to me as you do."
"Why, Nanny, you're almost a saint on our hands."
"I'm glad to hear it, sir, for the sinners is plenty enough."
"Very good, Nanny; well said.
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