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I'se your man dis time suah 'nough. Dat fat ol' Dutchman, down by de Tehoupitoulas Gate, suah as you're born had a whole barrel ob dem yesterday. I done disremember fer de minute, boss, jist whar I done saw dem olibs, but I reckon as how de money 'd fotch 'em all right." I drew forth a handful of French coins. "Then run for it, lad!" I exclaimed in some excitement.
"Twelve hundred dollars looks to be a good figger for a dress, ain't it? But Malviny knows, I reckon, what ought to be worn at the Tooilleries, and she don't want our Mamie to take a back seat before them furrin' princesses and gran' dukes. It's a slap-up affair, I kalkilate. Let's see. I disremember whether it's an emperor or a king that's rulin' over thar now.
There was Walker, of Contra Costa, plugged that young Sacramento chap, whose name I disremember, full o' holes jest ez he was sayin' 'Good-by' to his darter. I mout hev done all this if it had settled things to please me. For while you and Flynn and that Sacramento chap ez all about the same sort o' men, Rosey's a different kind from their sort o' women."
"But where would she go?" the frantic husband demanded. "Did she never talk about going anywhere?" "Well-l," Old Crele meditated, "peahs like she used to go down an' watch Ole Mississip' a heap. What'd she use to say, Old Woman? I disremember, I 'clar I do." "Why, she was always wishing she knowed where all that river come from an' where all it'd be goin' to," Mrs. Crele at last recollected.
The editor of the Argus sighed at this point, and I thought he might be wishing that all feminine newcomers could be like the latest. For Mrs. Aurelia Potts, whose leisure Heaven had increased, was now redoubling her efforts to make the Argus a well of English undefiled undefiled by what she called "journalisms." Solon must not, he confided to me, say "enthuse" nor "we opine" nor "disremember."
Gaither, says I, 'do you want to crowd that poor old creetur out 'n the county? says I. 'And look at Jack; you won't find a better-favoured youngster, says I. "I disremember what he said," the Squire went on; "but when I named Jack he puckered up them thin lips of his'n like he was fortifyin' his mind ag'in anger. I didn't let on about Rose and Jack, Sister Jane, but I reckon Mr.
"I disremember if I do, Brother Roach." "Well, sir, when one of 'em passes in front of your Uncle Johnny, you may up and sw'ar his dagarrytype is took. That nigger, roosting up there so slick and cool, is Bledser's Blue Dave. Nuther more, nuther less." "Bledser's Blue Dave!" exclaimed Brother Brannum in a voice made sepulchral by amazement. "The identical nigger!
James Bowers entered the editorial room with much of the hesitation and irresolution of his previous visit. As the editor had not only forgotten him, but even, dissociated him with the poetess, Mr. Bowers was fain to meet his unresponsive eye and manner with some explanation. "Ye disremember my comin' here, Mr. Mr. "Never mind THAT, my lad," said Mr. Bowers, gravely, waving his hand.
"Suppose that thunderstorm had come on a few hours sooner what then?" There was a silence for some minutes. "Tell you what made me interrupt you, Thompson, when I foun' fault with singin'-out after lost kids," observed Saunders, at length. Seen one instance when I was puttin' up a bit o' fence on Grundle hundred an' thirty-four chain an' some links forty-odd links, if I don't disremember.
"Barbara North sent her pa over here this morning to ask for some book. I disremember now what it was, but it was after you was gone." Roger's expressive face changed instantly. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Mother?" He spoke with evident effort. "It's too late now for me to go over there." "There's no call for you to go over. They can send again. Miss Miriam can come after it any time.
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