He set there a-mumbling and a-growling a minute, and then he says:
“AIN’T you a sweet-scented dandy,runescape money, though? A bed; and bedclothes; and a look’n'-glass; and a
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piece of carpet on the floor–and your own father got to sleep with the hogs in the tanyard. I never
see such a son. I bet I’ll take some o’ these frills out o’ you before I’m done with you. Why,warcraft gold, there
ain’t no end to your airs–they say you’re rich. Hey?–how’s that?”
“They lie–that’s how.”
“Looky here–mind how you talk to me; I’m a-standing about all I can stand now–so don’t gimme
no sass. I’ve been in town two days,guild wars gold, and I hain’t heard nothing but about you bein’ rich. I heard
about it away down the river,buy star wars galaxies credits, too. That’s why I come. You git me that money to-morrow–I want
it.”
“I hain’t got no money.”
“It’s a lie. Judge Thatcher’s got it. You git it. I want it.”
“I hain’t got no money, I tell you. You ask Judge Thatcher; he’ll tell you the same.”