... make what to coughand spit. Never I have feeld a such heat Till say-us? Till hither. I have put my stockings outward. I have croped the candle. I have mind to vomit. I will not to sleep on street. I am catched cold in the brain. I am pinking me with a pin. I dead myself in envy to see her. I take a broth all morning. I shall not tell you than two woods. Have you understanded? Let him have know? Have you understand they? Do you know they? Do you know they to? The storm is go over. The sun begins to dissipe it. Witch prefer you? The ... — English as she is spoke - or, A jest in sober earnest • Jose da Fonseca
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