He saw the savage was by no means so far gone as himself, and he bewailed his foolishness in unmeasured terms.
"Who knows but Master Harvey has gone to the village, and Miss Cora stands in the door this minute, 'xpacting this owld spalpaan ?" "No go till arternoon," said the savage.
"What time might it be jist now ?" "'Tain't noon yit--soon be--bimeby." "It's all the same; I shan't be fit to go home afore night, whin I might bist stay away altogether.

And you, Mr.Copperskin, was the maans of gittin' me in this trouble." "_Me_ make you drink him ?" asked the savage.

"You not ax for jug, eh?
You not want him ?" "Yes, begorrah, it was me own fault.

Whisky is me waikness.

Its illigant perfume always sits me wild fur it.