Jack Mantora me no choose none.
NOTES.
I see you dough. The first three words are pitched high and the voice falls as low as possible on the dough and dwells upon it.
Do, my pretty Polly, etc. I have heard this story many times, and these words never vary. Obviously it was once a silver cage with a golden door.[39]
I brought; brought for bring, as we had broke for break.
loss. It is doubtful what this word represents. It may be loss or lost. Observe becount.
I would like to know what is it, I should like to know what it is, what the matter is. The perverse misplacing of these words strikes a newcomer to the island. In questions they misplace them again and say "What it is?"
find her not. The not has a heavy accent.
gully, precipice.
pom-galong imitates the sound of the barrel as it goes bumping down. The o's have the Italian sound.