CASTLE RACKRENT
'And what do you call that, Sir Kit?' said she; 'that—that looks like a pile of black bricks, pray, Sir Kit?'
'"Where are the trees" said she, "my dear?"—"You are blind, my dear," says he; "what are these under your eyes?"'
Copyright 1894 by Macmillan & Co.
'My turf-stack, my dear,' said my master, and bit his lip.
Where have you lived, my lady, all your life, not to know a turf-stack when you see it? thought I; but I said nothing.
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