She drew quite near , and stood leaning with her back on the next table . `` What 's like wrong with him ? '' said she at last . Alan turned upon her , to my great wonder , with a kind of fury . `` Wrong ? '' cries he . `` He 's walked more hundreds of miles than he has hairs upon his chin , and slept oftener in wet heather than dry sheets . Wrong , quo ' she ! Wrong enough , I would think ! Wrong , indeed ! '' and he kept grumbling to himself as he fed me , like a man ill-pleased . `` He 's young for the like of that , '' said the maid . `` Ower young , '' said Alan , with his back to her . `` He would be better riding , '' says she . `` And where could I get a horse to him ? '' cried Alan , turning on her with the same appearance of fury . `` Would ye have me steal ? '' I thought this roughness would have sent her off in dudgeon , as indeed it closed her mouth for the time . But my companion knew very well what he was doing ; and for as simple as he was in some things of life , had a great fund of roguishness in such affairs as these . `` Ye neednae tell me , '' she said at last -- `` ye 're gentry . ''
`` Well , '' said XXXXX , softened a little -LRB- I believe against his will -RRB- by this artless comment , `` and suppose we were ?
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