I'm a little lame.

I ain't as spry as I used to be.

This way, sur." "Go away, you miserable old man," I said.
"I've come as soon as I could, sur," he replied.

"My missis never see you till just this minute.

You follow me, sur." "Go away," I repeated; "leave me before I get over the wall, and slay you." He seemed surprised.
"Don't you want to see the tombs ?" he said.
"No," I answered, "I don't.