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I'se warrant they're at it agin afore we are doon in our beds mon." Poor Sheridan should have heard this himself. One of his majesty's frigates being at anchor on a winter's night, in a tremendous gale of wind, the ground broke, and she began to drive. The lieutenant of the watch ran down to the captain and awoke him from his sleep, and told him the anchor had come home.
But I han't got time to be talking just now. You'd best take him across and let him try to persuade John Carter, while I get your room ready. I saw John going towards his house ten minutes ago, and I'se warn he'll offer the preacher a bed and listen to all he's got to say." So, having stabled the pony, Mrs. Geen and the preacher walked over to Carter's house together.
"I'se glad to see yo', an' I suttinly hopes dat de transubstantiationableness ob my " "Wow!" cried Jack. "Say that over again, and say it slow." "Don't yo' foregather mah excitability?" asked the colored man rather anxiously. "Yes, I guess so. What's the answer? How's the professor? How's Andy? What's the matter? Why did he send for us?" "Wait! Wait! Please wait!" begged Washington.
I'se an ole man an' has had my shar ob 'sperence, an' I'se alus 'served dat de hitch come in at de 'plyin' part. Dere's a sight ob preachin' dat soun' as true an' straight as dat de sun an' rain make de cotton grow, but when you git down to de berry indewidooel cotton plant dere's ofen de debil to pay in one shape or oder.
"Mas' Tom!" said Joe, "I'll tell you what! I dun see a heap o' fox grapes down dar by de creek, an' I'se gwine to git some for Miss Judie quicker'n you kin count ten." And so saying Joe ran first to the look-out, to make a preliminary reconnoissance.
Fellow who looks after everything, crowds the crisp banknotes onto the clergyman after the ceremony, and then goes off and marries the first bridesmaid, and lives happily ever after." "I ain't got no use for gettin' married, Mr. Chames." "Spike, the misogynist! You wait, Spike. Some day love will awake in your heart, and you'll start writing poetry." "I'se not dat kind of mug, Mr.
And I maun see to get you some fire and some dinner too, I'se warrant; but your dinner will be but a puir ane the day, no expecting company that would be nice and fashious. So saying, and in all haste, Mrs.
"How can you call God so, Pompey?" A great sweetness came over the homely face. "'Cause he hez sent his Sperit inter my heart, an' poor black Pompey can look up inter de shinin of his face an' say 'my Father, 'cause I'se hidden away in his Son. I'se a little branch abidin' in de great Vine. I'se one wid de Lord Jesus." "I don't know where to look for him!" Evadne cried disconsolately.