human
I say, my little darlint, said he, winking, and touching her lightly under the ribs with his outstretched palm,
gpt
Well, thin, my purty little _moochacha_, cudn't yez?--ye know what I mane--cudn't yez? Och! ye know well enough--only a little--jist a mouthful to take the cowld taste aff the wather.
human
Och, the plague! there's that tin days agin. Talk to her, Raowl. Tell her what I mane.
gpt
Tell her, Raowl, I've got no money, becase I have been rabbed, de ye see? but I'll give her ayther of these saints for the smallest thrifle of agwardent;