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"What, by the holy hokey, and a'n't you?" cried the stranger, his rage giving way to the most lively transports; "Christian men!" he exclaimed in admiration, "and one of 'em a niggur, and two of em wimming! oh hokey! You're Capting Forrester, and I've heerd on you!
"O no! but I expect my uniforms I only wear these bottle-greens until they come." "And pray what ship are you going to join?" "The Die-a-maid Captain Thomas Kirkwall Savage." "The Diomede I say, Robinson, a'n't that the frigate in which the midshipmen had four dozen apiece for not having pipe-clayed their weekly accounts on the Saturday?"
Well, he tells me you've ben 'crost the water. 'Ta'n't jest like this over there, I guess. Pretty sightly places they be though, a'n't they? I've seen picturs in Melindy's jography, looks as ef 'twa'n't so woodsy over there as 'tis in these parts, 'specially out West.
"Honey, darlin', ye a'n't right, dar's a drefful mistake somewhar," she said. "Why, de Lord a'n't like what ye tink, He loves ye, honey! Why, jes' feel how I loves ye, poor ole black Candace, an' I a'n't better'n Him as made me! Who was it wore de crown o' thorns, lamb? who was it sweat great drops o' blood? who was it said, 'Father, forgive dem'? Say, honey! wasn't it de Lord dat made ye?
I should like to know how his soul crawled into it, 'n' how it's goin' to get out. What business has he to die, I should like to know? Can't do without him anyhow. A'n't it fun to hear him blow off his steam? I believe the young fellow would take it as a personal insult, if the little gentleman should show any symptoms of quitting our table for a better world.
"Put your ear close to my lips, Doctor, dear!" She whispered a little to the Doctor, then added aloud, "He die, that's all." "But surely, Sophy, you a'n't afraid to have Dick marry her, if she would have him for any reason, are you? He can take care of himself, if anybody can." "Doctor!" Sophy answered, "nobody can take care of hisself that live wi' Elsie!
Notwithstanding this, the sailors only laughed, pushing the women on one side, and saying, "Be quiet, Poll;" "Don't be foolish, Molly;" "Out of the way, Sukey; we a'n't come to take away your fancy man;" with expressions of that sort, although the blood trickled down many of their faces, from the way in which they had been clawed.
They keep all such things for cur'osities, and study 'em, and have men a' purpose to go and get 'em. This old chap knows what he's about. He a'n't the child you take him for. He'll carry all these things to the college, and if they are better than any that they have had before, he'll be head of the college.
That gentleman took them with a profound bow, glanced over them, and said, "How elegant!" "What rich scenery!" "How tasty they are got up, a'n't they?" "This is the showiest picture;" "Here's a neat one," &c., &c., &c. Mr. Chiffield had contracted the use of a certain class of highly descriptive adjectives in selling dry goods.
We're both men, both flesh and blood, a'n't we? then where 'd be the difference? 'Oo's to tell which is the lord an' which is the postilion?" "Who indeed?" said I, setting down my hammer. "Jack is often as good as his master and a great deal better." "Her?" "Ah 'er! Number Two 'er as quarrelled wi' Number One all the way from London 'er as run away from Number One wot about 'er?"
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