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"
Why
can
I
not
?
"
"
Why
cyant
yez
not
?
Will
--
thare
's
more
than
wan
rayzon
why
yez
cyant
.
In
the
first
place
,
as
I
've
towlt
you
,
he
's
not
in
a
condishun
to
resave
company
--
the
liss
so
av
its
bein
'
a
lady
.
"
"
But
why
,
señor
?
Why
?
"
"
Bekase
he
's
not
dacently
drissed
.
He
's
got
nothin
'
on
him
but
his
shirt
--
exceptin
'
the
rags
that
Misther
Stump
's
jist
tied
all
roun
'
him
.
Be
japers
!
thare
's
enough
av
them
to
make
him
a
whole
shoot
--
coat
,
waiscoat
,
and
throwsers
--
trath
is
thare
.
"
"
Señor
,
I
do
n't
understand
you
.
"
"
Yez
do
n't
?
Shure
an
I
've
spoke
plain
enough
!
Do
n't
I
till
ye
that
the
masther
's
in
bid
?
"
"
In
bed
!
At
this
hour
?
I
hope
there
's
nothing
--
"
"
The
matther
wid
him
,
yez
wur
goin
'
to
say
?
Alannah
,
that
same
is
there
--
a
powerful
dale
the
matther
wid
him
--
enough
to
kape
him
betwane
the
blankets
for
weeks
to
come
.
"
"
Oh
,
señor
!
Do
not
tell
me
that
he
is
ill
?
"
"
Do
n't
I
till
ye
!
Arrah
now
me
honey
;
fwhat
ud
be
the
use
av
consalin
'
it
?
It
ud
do
it
no
good
;
nayther
cyan
it
do
him
any
harm
to
spake
about
it
?
Yez
moight
say
it
afore
his
face
,
an
he
wo
n't
conthradict
ye
.
"
