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would have filled this fire-pot. ‘No, no, my lad!” says I,
‘no time for leaks when the ship is rich laden;’ and then
how he stared ! — ay, just as he stares this minute. — Hoot,
lad! fly around a mite. Yell grow to the chimney-place
with your staring and wondering. — Now, Raff, here ’s your
chair at the head of the table, where it should be, for there’s a

 

RAFF BRINKER PAYS HIS VROUW A COMPLIMENT.

MAN to the house now: Id say it to the king’s face. Ay,
that’s the way; lean on Hans: there’s a strong staff for
you! Growing like a weed too, and it seems only yesterday
since he was toddling. Sit by, my man, sit by.”