“Now， now， now， now，” said the slaver. “Don’t you start ny jaw. The easier you take it， the pleasanter all round， see？ don‘t do this for fun. I’ve got my living to make same as nyone else.”
“Where will you take us？” asked Lucy， getting the wordsut with some difficulty.
“Over to Narrowhaven，” said the slaver. “For market day omorrow.”
“Is there a British Consul there？” asked Eustace. “Is there a which？” said the man.
But long before Eustace was tired of trying to explain， the aver simply said， “Well， I‘ve had enough of this jabber. The ouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind leg off donkey. Off we go， mates.”
