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Come an ' ha ' thy supper , come . '' `` Let be ! '' said Adam impetuously , shaking her off and seizing one of the planks that stood against the wall . `` It 's fine talking about having supper when here 's a coffin promised to be ready at Brox ` on by seven o'clock to-morrow morning , and ought to ha ' been there now , and not a nail struck yet . My throat 's too full to swallow victuals . '' `` Why , thee canstna get the coffin ready , '' said Lisbeth . `` Thee ' t work thyself to death .