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UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE.

'Dick Dew-w-w-w-wy!'

'O-h-h-h-h-h!'

'Just a-ma-a-a-a-a-arried!'

'O-h-h-h-h-h!'

'This is my wife, Fa-a-a-a-a-ancy!' (holding her up to Enoch's view as if she had been a nosegay.)

'O-h-h-h-h-h!'

'Will ye come down to the party to-ni-i-i-i-i-i-ight!'

'Ca-a-a-a-a-ant!'

'Why n-o-o-o-o-ot?'

'Don't work for the family no-o-o-o-ow!'

'Not nice of Master Enoch,' said Dick, as they resumed their walk.

'You mustn't blame en,' said Geoffrey; 'the man's not himself now; he's in his morning frame of mind. When he's had a gallon o' cider or ale, and a pint or two of mead, the man's well enough, and his manners be as good as anybody's in the kingdom.'

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