"Yo' may say that. If it were the deuce's own scribble, and yo' axed me to read in it for yo'r sake and the oud gentleman's, I'd do it. Whatten's this, wench! I'm not going for to take yo'r brass, so dunnot think it. We've been great friends, 'bout the sound o' money passing between us."

'If it were the deuce's own scribble, and yo' axed me to read in it for your sake, and th' oud gentleman's, I'd do it. Whatten's this, wench? I'm not going to take your money, so dunnot think it.'
