human
Well, Andra, at length said the reverend gentleman,
gpt
I'll tell ye what, we must not be beaten in this matter; if the loon sleeps next Sunday during sermon, just you gang up and rap him back to reason. It's a knock wi' some _force_ in't the chiel wants, mind that, and spare not.
human
Deed no, sir was the beadle's canny reply.
gpt
I'll no' disturb him, sleepin' or waukin', for some time to come. He threatens to knock pew-Bibles and hymn-books oot o' me, if I again daur to 'rap' him atween this and Martinmas. If Johnny's to be kept frae sleepin', minister, ye maun _just pit the force into yer sermon_.
human
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