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When he saw the deep, angry spirit of protest he threw up his hands, crying, "Wat de use? I warn you; I 'treat you, be keerful. Wat could us do wid our bar han's agin armed men? I tells you we mus' wait or die lak Moses 'fo' we enter de promis lan'." Then he told them about Yarry and asked for two or three to volunteer to dig the grave.
"That is bad talk," said Musq'oosis. "All right!" cried Bela passionately. "I goin' be bad woman now. I lak that. I am good woman before. W'at do I get? I get throw down. I get cursed. Now I goin' be bad! I have a fire inside me burn me up lak dry grass. I got do somesing. I goin' be moch bad. Everybody talk about me. Men fight for me! I am handsome. What's the use bein' good?
"Tha's right," said Nan, nodding solemnly. "I hopes he will. You is mo' used to it, Tump." "Yeah, an' 'at jail sho ain't no place fuh a nice gal lak Cissie." "Sho ain't," agreed Nan. Peter interrupted to say he was sure the sheriff would not exchange. The hopes of his listeners fell.
A thing lak a goose neck wid platted rag wick in hit. Would put grease in hit. Durin' slavery ef one marster had a big boy en 'nuther had a big gal da marsters made dem libe tergedder. Ef'n de 'oman didn't hab any chilluns, she wuz put on de block en sold en 'nuther 'oman bought. You see dey raised de chilluns ter mek money on jes lak we raise pigs ter sell.
"Well, I could do so onct," stated Cephus in the manner of one who formerly had followed rough-riding for a calling, "but leadin' a public life fur so long, lak I has, I ain't had much time fur private pleasures. 'Sides w'ich, ef I'm goin' sound the notes I'll be needin' both hands free fur my instermint." "Puzzactly the same thought w'ich came to me, jes' lak I'm tellin' it to you," agreed Cump.
He advanced and removed his hat; "Adieu, ma'mselle, mebbe-so I ain' git dere 'til you gon'. Ol' Bat, he lak' you fine. You need de help, som'tam', you mak' de write to ol' Bat an', ba Goss, A'm com' lak' hell you bet you dam' life!" Tears blinded the girl's eyes as she held out her hand, and as a cavalier of old France, the half-breed bent and brushed it with his lips.
A purty mess her table'd be, fur all its silver spoons an' fine chaney, ef she hed the settin' uv it. Tommy, don't spill thet gravy on the tablechoth. I'll send you'n' Buddy to the kitchen ef you can't eat lak white folks! She puffs herse'f on bein' a Temple, an' claims they wuz uv the bluest blood in Virginny.
She is sick dying, you say?" cried Josephine. "Aha. She ver' dam' seek. She burn up lak fire." Josephine looked up at Philip. "I knew she was sick," she said. "But I didn't think it was so bad. If she dies it will be my fault. I should have gone." She turned quickly to Renault. "When did you see her last?" she asked. "Listen! Papak-oo-moo?" "Aha."
After a short pause Tump said in a slightly different tone: "'Pears lak you don' haf to ma'y her comin' to yo' room." A queer sinking came over the mulatto. "Listen, Tump, I we in my room we simply talked, that's all. She came to tell me she was goin away. I I didn't harm her, Tump." Peter swallowed. He despaired of being believed. But his defense only infuriated the soldier.
Rouletta tried to look her sternest. "You're a great, overgrown boy. You can't stick to anything. You're merely lonesome and you want to get in where the people are." "Lonesome! Don' I live lak bear when I'm trappin'? Some winter I don' see nobody in de least." "Probably I made a mistake in bringing you down here to Dawson," the girl continued, meditatively.
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