 
 <prompt> CHAPTER III. DARBY AND JOAN 

My reason haply more To bandy word for word and frown for frown; But now I see our lances are but straws! SHAKESPEARE. 

Lancelot see im brother doctors di next morning, and tell im wife wetin dem talk for di meeting wey dem dey go meet Mrs. Grinstead for her victoria, each dey wear big bunch of primroses. 

"Two doctors! and not Tom," talk Gertrude. 

"Both Brownlows. Tom sabi dem well, and write. One dey for East-end, and e dey like sheet anchor to Whittingtonia. E start with Clement, but give di case to di cousin, di fashionable one, when we do di big removal." 

"So dem consult?" 

"And dem see di way out of di wood, though e never finish, poor Tina; but e get plenty to thank God for," talk Lance, with long breath. 

"Indeed e get!" talk di wife, with squeeze for di hand. "But e get any other thing wey dey fear?" 

"Everything," Lance answer; "heart mainly, but di lungs no dey safe. E don dey use im machine dey go faster and faster, till no surprise say di mainspring don almost spoil. Im ideal na to dey work imsef go die, and na only Felix fit stop am, so now e don run imsef down finish. No rest from di plenty parish work, with di wahala about curates, school boards and board schools, and di threatened ritual prosecution, wey no happen, but e worry am well well as if e happen, plus all di wahala about poor Alda, and di loss of Fulbert take plenty energy from am. When Somers get living, nobody dey look after am, and e no dey hear word. So when for that Stinksmeech Mission e dey breathe bad air and drink bad water, e don finish. Dem get typhus for there-—na very good thing too," e add with anger. <response>: 1. CHAPTER III. DARBY AND JOAN
2. im broda
3. Gertrude.
4. two
5. no
6. yes
7. yes
8. yes
9. im heart
10. no
11. no
12. Felix
13. Felix
14. primroses.
15. no 