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"Why Hannah! you ha'n't been makin' bread with that crock on your hands!" "Well Mis' Barnes!" said the girl, "I've washed 'em, and I've made bread with 'em, and even that didn't take it off!" "Do you look at the stars, too, Hannah?" said Mrs. Douglass.
If you don't watch out, that fellow 'll give you the slip yit, Christine, after all your pains." "Well, there ain't anybody to give you the slip, Mela," Christine clawed back. "No; I ha'n't ever set my traps for anybody." This was what Mela said for want of a better retort; but it was not quite true.
"I ha'n't got no one now to carl my ringolets," the child sobbed, her voice rising high in the scale of rebellious misery; "my ringolets ain't no good to me no more. I ha' cut 'em off; mother, she kin have 'em. They ain't no good ter me." The glare of the lamp held awry was upon the broad red face of the girl with the streaming, yellow eyes, with the unevenly cropped head.
"Oh, Nandy, Nandy!" this was Miss Sophia's voice "Have you really been and gone and enlisted!" "No, miss, I ha'n't," by this time Nandy was blubbering for very fright. He tore himself loose and fell at Miss Sophia's feet.
There's been nothin' else talked about in the neighborhood for the last three weeks; why, ha'n't Gilbert told you o' what passed between him and Dr. Deane, and how Martha stood by him as no woman ever stood by a man?" An expression of painful curiosity, such as shrinks from the knowledge it craves, came into Mary Potter's eyes. "Gilbert has told me nothing," she said, "since since that time."
Sorry, Captain, we can't accommodate you, but we're only actin' for the sheriff, and his orders are imperative to bring him right up. We must lock the fellow up. We don't make the law, nor we ha'n't the power to control it." Thus saying, Dunn took a little key from his pocket and begun to turn it in the handcuffs.
The ring he wears labels him well enough. There is stuff in the little man, or he wouldn't stick so manfully by this crooked, crotchety old town. Give him a chance. You will drop the Sculpin, won't you? I said to the young fellow. Drop him? he answered, I ha'n't took him up yet. No, no, the term, I said, the term. Don't call him so any more, if you please. Call him Little Boston, if you like.
By this time Elbridge had found out that Abel was in earnest, and had something to tell. He looked at the litter in the mustang's stall, then at the crib. "Ha'n't eat b't haalf his feed. Ha'n't been daown on his straw. Must ha' been took aout somewhere abaout ten 'r 'levee o'clock. I know that 'ere critter's ways. The fellah's had him aout nights afore; b't I never thought nothin' o' no mischief.
"I ha'n't been there to-year; and now the winter is a-coming on I won't say I shall." "I ha'n't been these three years," said Humphrey; "for I'm so dead sleepy of a Sunday; and 'tis so terrible far to get there; and when you do get there 'tis such a mortal poor chance that you'll be chose for up above, when so many bain't, that I bide at home and don't go at all."
Y' see, he very fond o' the Cap'n, that Dick's father, 'n' he live so long alone here, 'long wi' us, that he kin' o' like to see mos' anybody 't 's got any o' th' ol' family-blood in 'em. He ha'n't got no more suspicions 'n a baby, y' never see sech a man 'n y'r life. I kin' o' think he don' care for nothin' in this world 'xcep' jes' t' do what Elsie wan's him to.
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