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in the matter of love. The reader need hardly be told that Roger was not at all disposed to quarrel with Mr. Crumb, because the victim of Crumb's heroism had been his own cousin. Crumb had acted well, and had never said a word about Sir Felix since his return to the country. No doubt he had now come to talk about his love,--and in order that his confessions might not be made before all the assembled haymakers, Roger Carbury hurried to meet him. There was soon evident on Crumb's broad face a whole sunshine of delight. As Roger approached him he began to laugh aloud, and to wave a bit of paper that he had in his hands.
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She's a coomin; she's a coomin, were the first words he uttered. Roger knew very well that in his friend's mind there was but one
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She's a coomin; she's a coomin.
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I am delighted to hear it, said Roger.
human
She has made it up with her grandfather?
gpt
Don't know now't about grandfeyther. She have made it up wi' me. Know'd she would when I'd polish'd t'other un off a bit;--know'd she would.
human
Has she written to you, then?
gpt
Well, squoire,--she ain't; not just herself. I do suppose that isn't the way they does it. But it's all as one.
human
She is a lady, Crumb began to explain,
gpt
True, squoire! said Crumb, laughing with his whole face.
human
I ha' nae a doubt it's true. What's again its being true? When I had dropped into t'other fellow, of course she made her choice. It was me as was to blame, because I didn't do it before. I ought to ha' dropped into him when I first heard as he was arter her. It's that as girls like. So, squoire, I'm just going again to Lon'on right away.