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SHE would not go for to blacken her old frend and patron's carrickter, after having been so outrageously faithful to her; SHE wouldn't do it, at no price, depend upon it. How sorry she must be that others an't quite so squemish, and show up in this indesent way the follies of her kind, genrus, foolish bennyfactris!
"Well, well," said the honest old man, fumbling in his pocket: "I s'pose, perhaps, I an't following my judgment, hang it, I won't follow my judgment!" he added, suddenly; "so here, George," and, taking out a roll of bills from his pocket-book, he offered them to George. "No, my kind, good sir!" said George, "you've done a great deal for me, and this might get you into trouble.
White folks is sinners too, Miss Feely says so; but I spects niggers is the biggest ones; but lor! ye an't any on ye up to me. I 's so awful wicked there can't nobody do nothin' with me. I used to keep old Missis a swarin' at me half de time.
"Yes, I know you do, but English wives an't Injun wives; an English wife requires people to work for her and costs money to keep, but an Injun wife works for herself and her husband, so she is of value and is generally bought of the father; I reckon in the end that it's cheaper to pay for an Injun wife than to receive money with an English one; but that's as may be."
But you, Dick, y' are a fair-day friend, it seemeth, and now seek to clear yourself of your allegiance." "An't please you, Sir Daniel, not so," returned Dick, firmly. "I am grateful and faithful, where gratitude and faith are due. And before more is said, I thank you, and I thank Sir Oliver; y' have great claims upon me both none can have more; I were a hound if I forgot them."
When they came to the man and the horse, great was their astonishment to hear the man moaning and to see him open his eyes and look at them. "Why, the critter an't dead yet!" exclaimed the constable. "I think it's my sollum duty to arrest him on the spot." Frank quickly knelt by the side of the mysterious man, who faintly whispered: "So I didn't kill you, boy.
He was startled by the loud and dissonant voice of a man who was apparently dismounting at the door. He hurried to the window. "By the land! if this yer an't the nearest, now, to what I've heard folks call Providence," said Haley. "I do b'lieve that ar's Tom Loker." Haley hastened out.
"Shober as a dudge," answered Ned. Gorman looked earnestly in his face for a few moments, and then began to talk to him in a continuous strain by way of testing him. "C'found these cabs an' b-busseses; a feller c-can't hear a word," said Ned. "Your lodgin's an't far off, are they?" "Close 't 'and," answered Ned. "Let's go to 'em," said Gorman.
His wife, and their only colored domestic, old Aunt Dinah, were busily engaged in restorative measures; while old Cudjoe had got the boy on his knee, and was busy pulling off his shoes and stockings, and chafing his little cold feet. "Sure, now, if she an't a sight to behold!" said old Dinah, compassionately; "'pears like 't was the heat that made her faint.
'What do I mean? said Bill. 'Why, THAT. All men are alike in the U-nited States, an't they? It makes no odds whether a man has a thousand pound, or nothing, there. Particular in New York, I'm told, where Ned landed. 'New York, was it? asked Martin, thoughtfully. 'Yes, said Bill. 'New York.
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