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Harry Heathcote of Gangoil by Anthony Trollope
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put up the fence."

"Brownbie's cattle is allays here, Mr. 'Eathcote, and is knocking
down the fence every day. Brownbie is a rascal, and 'is cattle as bad
as 'isself."

"Never mind that, Karl, now. When we've got through the heats, we'll
put a mile or two of better fencing along here. You know Boscobel?"

"In course I know Bos."

"What sort of a fellow is he?" Then Harry told his German dependent
exactly what had taken place between him and the other man.

"He's in and in wid all them young Brownbies," said Karl.

"The Brownbies are a bad lot, but I don't think they'd do any thing
of this kind," said Harry, whose mind was still dwelling on the
dangers of fire.

"They likes muttons, Mr. 'Eathcote."

"I suppose they do take a sheep or two now and then. They wouldn't do
worse than that, would they?"

"Not'ing too 'ot for 'em; not'ing too 'eavy," said Karl, smoking his
pipe. "The vind, vat there is, comes just here, Mr. 'Eathcote." And
the man lifted up his arm, and pointed across in the direction of
Brownbie's run.

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