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“the nite afore. Wot more d’ye: want!?? « Yer dont t ketch .

. on,’ séz. he, an’ he tuk a little blew bottle from his stern fe
poket. “D’ye seethat?”’ sez he. ‘I do;” sez I,‘‘ an? Pve.
“ seen it,’or wun jest like it, wid nerely everyboddy I have.
met at de fare. Wot d’ ye kawl it ennyway?’’ Der feller he ::
luks at me kontemtuos-like an’ he sez, sez he, “That's. ©
Bromo-S£LTZER,’’ sezhe. .‘‘Wel, Grate”. is

Scot!’ sez I, “ everyboddy I’ve sene -yuse
it has spoke wel ov it, but wot gud is it fer
a big hed?” ‘‘Jest yewtryit,’’ sez he, ‘‘an’
yew won’t no wot a big hed is!.” Wel, you
kin bet neether Bill nor me ever. had a sore
hed anuder mawnin’, fer we uster kepe a
” Tittle blew bottle: bi the side ov de bed, an’
wen we felt it cummin’ on we’d mix a dose an’ down it.
Bill, he swares biit.. So do I., An’ I’ve toled-everyboddy
“wot ‘don’t no it alreddy, that dere aint ennything on dis
erth that.kures a hed-ake ov enny kind, or soothes the
‘nervs. quikker’n it: will. Bill an’ me are awlwaze goin’ ter j
keep. a bottle bi. us, ‘cos re never no wen we need it—. j
speshally Bill—even tho’ we aint in #

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