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He's getting better." "He's a-goin' to die." "So are you sometime." "No, I a'n't. Show me 'at silver." "Sometime, perhaps, if you ask nicely. I'm going to bed now. Come along, Punch! Goodnight, Johnnie! Keep your eyes skinned for ghosts. Capital night for them, I should say," and he went off up the garden, with Punch stalking solemnly alongside.
"Ah ain't said nothin' an' Ah ain't a-goin' to say nothin'. An' yo' bettah be a-gittin' offen this heah land of mine afo' " "Before what, swamper?" Red was taking a hand in the game. "Yo' can't fright'n me with that gun," came calmly enough from Jeems. "Yo' ain't a-goin' to risk shootin' " "There ain't no witnesses here, kid. And there ain't no law back in these swamps.
"I know yer hain't, Mary," whispered the conscience-stricken Pike. "An' I know what yer mean. Ef God'll only let yer be fur a few years, I'll see ef the thing can't be helped. Don't cuss me, Mary I've never knowed how I've been a-goin'. I wish there was somethin' I could do 'fore you go, to pay yer all I owe yer. I'd go back on everything that makes life worth hevin'."
We ain't got a darn thing but our own muscle, an' the rights of it, which latter don't amount ter two bumps on a log. Fer about three weeks we 've been watchin' them measly skunks take out our mineral, an' for one I 'm a-goin' ter quit. I never did knuckle down ter thet sort, an' I 'm too old now ter begin. The lawyer says ez how we ain't got no legal proof, an' I reckon it's so.
Look at de bloke a-jollying Jinnie, an' de Blowhard a-starvin'. Say, Patsy," lifting him down, "hold de line till I git de Big Gray a bite. Git on ter Carl, will ye! I'm a-goin' ter tell de boss," with a threatening air, weighing each word "jes soon as she gits back. Ef I don't I'm a chump."
'Wy, you don't mean to say you're a-goin' old feller? said Sam Weller to his friend, Mr. John Smauker. 'I must, indeed, said Mr. Smauker; 'I promised Bantam. 'Oh, wery well, said Sam; 'that's another thing. P'raps he'd resign if you disappinted him. You ain't a-goin', Blazes? 'Yes, I am, said the man with the cocked hat.
A string of mournin' carriages, no matter how long, hain't a-goin' to carry a dishonorable life into honor, and no grave, no matter how low and humble it is, is a-goin' to cover up a honorable life. "Such a life as Wellington's don't need no monument to carry up the story of his virtues into the heavens; it is known there already.
The kid stacked the deck on you. But I ain't a-goin' to see you do him harm fer it." "Herky's right, boss," put in Bill, "thar's no sense in addin' murder to this mess. Strikes me you're in bad enough." "So thet's your game? You're double-crossin' me now all on a chance at kidnappin' for ransom money. Well, I'm through with the kid an' all of you. Take thet from me!"
A six-shooter roared and a bullet crashed into the ceiling. "Git out of the way we're a-goin' by!" howled someone, and instantly the chorus drowned the rattle of spurs and the clatter of high-heeled boots as the men crowded to the door. "Cowboys out on a yip ti yi! Coyotes howl and night birds cry And we'll be cowboys 'til we die!"
You wanted me to tell a story, didn't you? I was just a-blowin'." "Well, there, tell something nice, can't you, please?" "I've told all the story I'm a-goin' to," said Horace, firmly. "Now it's Susy's turn." "You talk about something else a while," replied Susy, "and let me be a-thinkin'." "I'll tell one," cried Prudy, "let me, now."
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