I was yarning with Long Bill, said a villager,' at the saleyards when a stranger came along and touched him on the sleeve. Bill glanced at him and said, "Orright, orright—in minute." He talked with me for about 26 minutes while the stranger hovered in the offing and then remarked. "Well, see you again. I'd better have a bit of a yap with this cove. He's me old man, and it must be nearly ten years since I saw him last."
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