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"HOOTS! " said the gardener, "there's nae sense in't. The suppression o' the truth's bad as a lee. Indeed, I doot mair hae been damned for t'ane than t'ither."
"Law! Mr. Murchison, you do use language, I'm sure! " tittered the parlourmaid.