And supposing hereupon, that, in no longer time than a Laborant might, without being tir'd, hold out to attend a Glass
Rock oil was considered, then, a local nuisance, a malodorous black gunk that floated like a rumor down the creek, filthening whatever it touched: a farmer's overalls, a cow's hide, a child's shoes.
I've got some things to do for about an hour. After that, get at me.
Jamie […] at last bluitered oot [em] ‘I-I-I was up the water, sir, fellin' a deid dowg!’
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