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"I sent this young man to the li'l meesis, for that he was hurt and in pain, and I know the fat woman is kind, and has the brassic-acid." He glanced at Lal Chunder's bandaged wrist, and shot a quick question at him in their own tongue, to which the other responded. The old man turned back to Norah, not without dignity. "We thank the l'il meesis," he said.
An' now they've a-took my l'il heap o' stones!" Ballast?" He turned to the seaman. "Did I not tell Captain Pomery to ballast with wine?" "We were carrying it all the forenoon," the seaman answered. "There was two hogsheads of claret." "And the hogshead of Madeira, with what remained of the brown sherry?
Mary Ellen heard her voice uplifted long and urgently, and suspecting the cause, at length went to her door. "What is it, Aunt Lucy?" she asked kindly. "Nothin', mam; I jess rasslin' wit ther throne o' Grace er l'il bit. I don't wan' to 'sturb you-all." "We don't want to disturb you, either, Aunt Lucy," said Mary Ellen gently. "Thass hit, Miss Ma'y Ellen, thass hit!
"I guess I'll beat 't," she observed caustically, "before it turns out that I'm y'r l'il daughter Genevieve." Mrs. Crocker turned to her husband. "Well, Bingley?" she said, a steely tinkle in her voice. "Well, Eugenia?" said Mr. Crocker. A strange light was shining in Mr. Crocker's mild eyes. He had seen a miracle happen that night.
After 'while, maybe they find sign where me and you camp in L'il Cove; then they know small boat been there and gone. Then they come home mad, and when all quiet we make big circle to Whim. Some day we come back; maybe kill 'em all. Me want Jess; him crack Smilax head. That good plan; you smoke." I lay on the ground and smiled. Kill 'em all!
You're as good an old thing as ever breathed, I'm sure of that, and the Lord will reward you if he ever does any one, white or black." "Does you think that, honey?" "Indeed I do." "Well, sometimes I thinks the Lord ain' goin' to fergive me fer all ther devilment I done when I was l'il. You know, Miss Ma'y Ellen, hit take a life er prayer to wipe out ouah transgresshuns.
For so long the poor child "couldn't eat no thin'," and when at last Minta's appetite returned, her loving black nurse would give her anything she wanted, and if the fever hadn't hopelessly damaged the little one's digestive glands, Mammy Lou's unfailing "l'il snacks for her honey-chile" would have completed the wreckage. At first the trouble was not noticed. Minta rarely spoke of suffering.
Gods, but I was going back into the primitive by leaps and bounds! I wondered if that girl would trust herself to me, were she to know! "Me big fool," Smilax suddenly cried, smashing a fist into the palm of his hand. "What's the matter?" I sat up, asking. "Me ought to be in L'il Cove and make fresh signs. Me big fool!" It would have been a cute move, but now too late, and I told him so.
He sent the dry top crashing down, then explained: "Dem dogs go better for l'il rest. We boil de kettle, eh?" Rock wiped the sweat from his face. "You're certainly hitting it off, old man. We've made good time, but I haven't seen any tracks. Have you?" "We see 'em bimeby." "Kind of a joke if they hadn't come, after all if they'd really gone out to Hunker. Gee! The laugh would be on us."
"How'd you happen to come in there so handy just at the right time?" he asked with a sidewise glance at the half-breed. "Oh, A'm fol' you long tam'. A'm t'ink mebbe-so you git l'il too mooch hooch an' som'one try for do you oop. A'm p'ek in de door an' seen Fatty gon' shoot you. Dat mak' me mad lak hell, an' A'm run oop an' keek heem so hard I kin on hees belly.
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