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Times he would have liked to put his arms round Maw now more than ever; but he didn't dare. "Don't take on, Maw! Don't!" "Who's takin' on?" She lifted a fierce, sallow, tear-wet face. "Hain't no use makin' a fuss. All's left's to work to work, an' die after a while." "I hate 'em! Uncle Clem an' her, I mean." "They mean kindness their way." But her tears started afresh. "I hate 'em!"
"Yes," said Ellen, grateful to him for speech, wherein she was so poor. "I went to get some braid." "You makin' up pretty things, same 's all the girls?" "I've made some." Milton caught his breath. "O Ellen!" he burst forth, "I wish you'd let me kiss you!" Suddenly she was gone out of the wagon, like a bird let loose from an imprisoning hand.
Hit's de same way wid niggers. Miss F'raishy she hate de common run er niggers like dey wuz pizen. Yit I ain't makin' no complaints, kaze she mighty good ter me.
Don't you know, he goes on to Texas, 'my perishin' friend, you are bein' swept downward in the river of your own sinful life till your soul will be drowned in the abyss?" "'Well, no, says Texas, 'I don't. I allows I'm makin' a mighty dry ford of it. "'Lost! lost! lost! says the black-coat gent, a-leanin' back like he's plumb dejected that a-way an' hopeless.
They ran inside and found Black Bart on the bed straddling the body of Whistling Dan, and growling at poor Mrs. Daniels, who crouched in a corner of the room. It required patient work before he was convinced that they actually meant no harm to his master. "What's the reason of it?" queried Sam helplessly. "The damn wolf let us take Dan off the hoss without makin' any fuss."
The time is not ripe for threats, Spencer. The invention is not yet completed; until it is no threats. We must not kill the goose before the golden egg is laid." "Washn't makin' threats," stammered Spencer, startled by the angry gleam in his companion's eyes. "Now, don't get mad, von Fincke, think of all I've done in that Mex "
"It means that ever since last June that blessed child has jest been makin' the whole town glad, an' now they're turnin' 'round an' tryin' ter make her a little glad, too." "Glad of what?" "Just glad! That's the game." Miss Polly actually stamped her foot. "There you go like all the rest, Nancy. What game?" Nancy lifted her chin. She faced her mistress and looked her squarely in the eye.
I ain't got so far as ownin' a pair of gray gloves, and not a word has been said about makin' me vice president, when along comes this foreign picture postcard, showin' the Boss de Bologna on one side, and on the other this scribbled message: We sail for home on the 10th. Rah! Rah! Count Schlegelhessen is coming over with us. He's a dear. Jolted!
'Cordin' to law, she's got to stand trial fer murder an' she's got to have counsel. Nobody's goin' to object to you makin' a speech to the jury, bringin' tears to our eyes, as the sayin' is, only don't make it too long.
Thin he's got inflammathry rheumatism enough to burn a barn, an' he can't turn a page without makin' ye think he's goin' to lose a thumb. He's got wife an' childher, an' he's on in years; but he's a polisman, an' he's got to be rayformed. I tell him all I can. He didn't know where St. Pethersburg was till I tould him it was th' capital iv Sweden.
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