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Lathrop, maybe I 'm too tender-hearted f'r my own good, but I jus' had the feelin' 't I c'd 's easy pull the legs off o' a live fly 's to disapp'int that face, 'n' so I says 'a dollar' right off quick before I really thought. 'N' what do you think? what do you think? 'F you 'll believe me he did n't look overly pleased, 'n' at that I did warm up a little.
"She knowed I never were for Abel takin' up wi' her, an' al'ays said so much as I could again the match." "Well, if you'll take my advice, Susan, you'll jist disapp'int her by givin' in straight off.
I've been promisin' of her a rest this good while." "Better keep her a steppin'," urged thrifty Mrs. Fanny. "She'll stiffen up master, an' disapp'int ye, come spring." "You'll have me, now, won't ye, sartin?" pleaded Jefferson, to make sure. "You ain't one o' them that plays with a man's feelin's. Say right out you'll have me." "I s'pose I shall have to," said Mrs. Tobin somewhat mournfully.
"I heard that I might find peculiar people in this part of the country," said Mrs. Mayfield, "and I have not been disappointed." The store-keeper smiled upon her, playing with the hound's ears. "Oh, we never disapp'int folks," he replied. "But we ain't peculiar. Higher up the mountains you might find folks that are right queer in their ways. Up thar they ain't got no money at all 'cept coon skins.
"Lord-a-massy, Bill! what a tug ye must have had! and how ye come to be sober with sech a load behind ye is beyend the reckinin' of a man who has knowed ye nigh on to twenty year. I never knowed ye disapp'int one arter this fashion afore." "It is strange, I confess," answered Wild Bill, appreciating the humor that lurked in the honesty of the old man's utterance.
I've been promisin' of her a rest this good while." "Better keep her a steppin'," urged thrifty Mrs. Fanny. "She'll stiffen up master, an' disapp'int ye, come spring." "You'll have me, now, won't ye, sartin?" pleaded Jefferson, to make sure. "You ain't one o' them that plays with a man's feelin's. Say right out you'll have me." "I s'pose I shall have to," said Mrs. Tobin somewhat mournfully.
I've been promisin' of her a rest this good while." "Better keep her a steppin'," urged thrifty Mrs. Fanny. "She'll stiffen up master, an' disapp'int ye, come spring." "You'll have me, now, won't ye, sartin?" pleaded Jefferson, to make sure. "You ain't one o' them that plays with a man's feelin's. Say right out you'll have me." "I s'pose I shall have to," said Mrs. Tobin somewhat mournfully.
But I reckon we'll have to disapp'int ye. The things we're agoin' to swing up don't desarve hoistin' to etarnity by free-born citizens o' the Lone Star State. 'Twould be a burnin' shame for any Texan to do the hangin' o' sech skunks as they." "What do you mean, Walt?" one asks. "Somebody must hoist them up!" "'Taint at all necessary. They kin be strung 'ithout e'er a hand techin' trail-rope."
When he found we'd come to the wedding, 'count of Ebenezer sending us word, he didn't say nothing for a minute or so. "Of course, we HAD to come," says Jonadab. "We felt 'twouldn't be right to disapp'int Mr. Dillaway." Peter kind of twisted his mouth. "That's so," he says. "It'll be worth more'n a box of diamonds to him.
So you've brought the schooner back, a'ter all, Gar'ner, and will disapp'int the Sag Harbour ship-owners, who have been all along foretelling that we should never see her ag'in: brought her back ha! Gar'ner?" "Only in part, Deacon Pratt. We have had good luck and bad luck since we left you, and have only brought home the best part of the craft."
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