Our American Cousin by Tom Taylor
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that wouldn't lie down and couldn't stand up. Would't pint forward
and couldn't go backward. Enter Asa, L. 3 E., carrying a valise. Asa Where's the Squire? Flo Do you mean Sir Edward Trenchard, sir? Asa Yes. Flo He is not present, but I am his daughter. Asa Well, I guess that'll fit about as well if you tell this darned old shoat to take me to my room. Flo What does he mean by shoat? Binny [Taking valise.] He means me, mum; but what he wants-- Asa Hurry up, old hoss! Binny He calls me a 'oss, Miss, I suppose I shall be a hox next, or perhaps an 'ogg. Asa Wal, darn me if you ain't the consarnedest old shoat I ever did see since I was baptized Asa Trenchard. |
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