They've gals enough of their own,--them fellows. Why can't they let a fellow alone? I'll do him a mischief, Master Roger; I wull;--if he's had a hand in this." Poor John Crumb! When he had his mistress to win he could find no words for himself; but was obliged to take an eloquent baker with him to talk for him. Now in his anger he could talk freely enough.
"But you must first learn that Sir Felix has had anything to do with this, Mr. Crumb."

They've gals enough of their own, them fellows. Why can't they let a fellow alone? If I learn as he did it, I'll do him a mischief, Master Roger; I wull." Poor John Crumb! In his anger he could talk freely enough.
