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Instead, he ventured, in his serious tones, as the silence grew oppressive: "You're mighty handy 'bout this sort o' thing. I reckon I'll have a tough time here alone till that hand heals." "Oh, I'll stay with you a while," Kerry put in, hastily.
And how I aint seen nobody yet as I like better'n my ole mother and the young lady of color as she knows 'bout and 'proves of; which, sir, it aint nobody else but your own respected aunt, Miss Hannah's Miss Sally, as lives at Woodside." "I have put all that down, Jim."
"Are you sure, uncle, that this is the place?" "Dere's de Circle, suh, an' yuh can see de numbuh fo' y'se'f, suh." "How much do I owe you?" "I reckon 'bout fifty cents 'll make it, suh." Warburton gave him a dollar, marveling at the difference between the cab hire here and in New York.
"If you think to mollify me with honeyed words," said I, "you have struck the wrong animal." It is well to show a woman, now and then, that you are not entirely her dupe. She laid her hand on mine. "I mean it, dear. Really. Do you suppose I'm having an evening out?" We continued the intimate sparring bout for a while longer.
"Yes, I always insisted that the soil about here is auriferous and we had only to stick to it to obtain our reward." Ruggles took his pipe from his mouth and looked at his partner with a disgusted expression. "What are you talkin' 'bout, parson?" "Didn't you refer to the diggings?" he innocently asked in turn.
"Does she know about this trouble?" "Not a thing; she thinks you've come to take her home." The old man made no answer, and Bob led him back toward Hale's office. June was waiting at the gate, and the boy, lifting his cap, passed on. June's eyes were dark with anxiety. "You come to take me home, dad?" "I been thinkin' 'bout it," he said, with a doubtful shake of his head.
All ah 'members bout de close o'de wah, wuz dat white folks wuz broke up an po' down dere at Natchez; and de fus time ah hears de EMANICAPTION read out dey was a lot o' prancin 'roun, an a big time." "Ah seen soldiers in blue down there in Natchez on de hill, oncet ah seen dem cumin down de road when ah were drivin mah cows up de road.
I wa'n't just certain I'd let you see her to-day, anyhow." "When can I?" Uncle William pondered. "You're in a good deal of a hurry, ain't you?" "I want to tell her " "Yes, yes, I know. Well, 'bout to-morrow. How'd that do?" "You could send her a note," said the artist. "I'm goin' to see her," said Uncle William. "She'll be to home this evenin', won't she?" "Yes." "I'll go see her."
Between England and the West Indies, about the time when one begins to recover from the first bout of sea-sickness, we come upon a certain sluggish tract of ocean, uninvaded by either Gulf Stream or arctic current, but slowly stagnating in a sort of endless eddy of its own, and known to sailors and books of physical geography as the Sargasso Sea.
I ain't smart, like you or Bill." "Oh, Bill's real smart," Sunny began. Then he checked himself. He was to keep Bill's name out of this matter, and he just remembered it in time. So he veered round quickly. "But I ain't smart," he declared. "Anything I know I got from a leddy friend. Y'see, women-folk knows a heap 'bout kiddies, which, I 'lows, is kind o' natural."
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