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I can hide behind leaves sof' as a link. Your white face him show by the moon lak a little moon. Are you sorry you got stay with me little while?" "No!" he said. "But I'm sick to be out of this!" She put her hands on his shoulders and drew him down. "Sit on the floor," she whispered. "Your ear too moch high for my mouth."
LeNoir came nearer him and lowering his voice said: "I'm ver' bad man me. I lak to know how you do dat what you say forgive. You show me how." "Come to me next spring," said Macdonald Bhain. "Bon!" said LeNoir. "I be dere on de Nation camp." And so he was. And when Mrs.
I done 'cide by myse'f dat no Yankee gwina eat all us meat. So dat night I slips in dey camp; I stole back dat meat from dem thievin' sojers an' hid it, good. Ho! Ho! Ho! But dey never did fin' dat meat. "One time us sot fire to a bridge de Yankees had to cross to git to de plantation. Dey had to camp on de other side, 'cause dey was too lazy to put out de fire. Dat's jus' lak I figgered it.
Yesterday I asked Olga what she thought of Percival Benson. "Ah lak heem," she calmly admitted in her majestic, monosyllabic way. "He is a fonny leetle man." And the "fonny leetle man" who isn't really little, seems to like Olga, odd as it may sound. They are such opposites, such contradictions! Percy says she's Homeric.
Sometimes, tho', I wouldn' come right quick lak when she ring de bell fer me, an' she'd start ringin' it harder an' harder. I knowed den she was mad. When I'd get dar, she'd fuss at me an' tu'n my dress up an' whup me not hard 'cause she wa'nt so strong but I'd holler some!
An' you tell heem good an' hard, lak you choke ze w'ite bear an' lak you pull down ze tree, so he mak' no meestake an' try get away. An' she tell zat before all ze BATELIERS all ze St. Pierre mans gathered 'bout a beeg fire an' they shout up lak wan gargon that they watch an' keel you if you try get away." Carrigan reached out a hand. "Let's shake, Bateese.
He is good to my eyes lak the green leaves in spring. He is come to Fort Enterprise and there is no more winter. "The name of Peter Minot and the name of Ambrose Doane make good words to my ear. They are the friends of the red men. They pay good price for fur. They sell outside goods cheap. I want a box of cigars me, same lak you send Simon Grampierre."
He lay perfectly stolid, his horizontal profile resembling a mountain-range the highest peak of which was his under lip. Finally Amanda's patience wore thin. "Whut's the matter with you, Gordon Lee Surrender Jones?" she demanded. "Whut you mean by stickin' out yer lip lak a circus camel?" Now that the opportunity for action had come, he feared to take advantage of it.
My Lord! that's generous! You're a princely fellow, Doret, but the most you can give me is a job. Work? Yes, I'll eat that up." "All right. We talk 'bout dat 'noder tam. Now, mebbe so she lak hear de lates' news from you. Dere's plenty for tellin' her 'bout Joe McCaskey an' all de res'. You can spoke now, lak hones' man. Sapre! Don' you s'pose she's waitin' to hear you say you love her?
An' den li'l Marse Ben, he wa'nt much older dan us. "Our marster's name was Cunel John Holiday. He got dat title in a war before de slav'ry war. He was too old to fight in dat one, or I spect he'd got another title, lak Gen'ral or somethin'. He an' Miss Julia dat was his wife was mighty good to us an' so was Marse Tom and Marse Ben, an' Miss Maria an' all.
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