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"Yes, honey, I am Mam' Dyce, and if I am spared, I will try to save your'n. That is what has brung me here. You are 'cused of the robb'ry and the murder, and you have denied it in the court; but chile, the lie-yers are aworking day and night fur to hang you, and little is made of much, on your side, and much is spun out of little, on theirn.
Her next mission was to the various places from which she had pilfered, and they were many. One was a harness-shop. She addressed the old man thus: "How d'you do, sir? Do you remember me?" "No, mam, I don't. Who are you?" "I'm a woman who once stole a dog collar from you while your back was turned. I've come to pay for it. I'm converted now, but I used to be a 'dope' fiend." "You were?
I 'lowed you was a stranger in these parts soon 's I ketched sight of you. What might YER name be, Mister?" The other, looking back over the way he had come, seemed not to hear Jed's question, and the native continued, "Mine's Holland. Pap an' Mam they come from Tennessee. Pap he's down in th' back now, an' ain't right peart, but he'll be 'round in a little, I reckon.
And she had certainly little to give away. Poverty-stricken and besotted, she had enough to do to struggle along with her two children. Not that Mam Hansen worked or tried to work herself forward or upward; if she could only manage to pay her rent and have a little left over for coffee and brandy, she was content. Beyond this she had no illusions.
The ringing of the bell had roused the maids and Mam Kirsty, who presented herself in the parlour with head discreetly and carefully covered in a huge cap and hap-shawl, but her feet and legs only protected by a short petticoat and pair of wooden clogs. Her appearance and incoherent ejaculations were quite too much for the gentlemen, although their mood had been grave enough the moment before.
Deming's "old man" was possessed of wealth derived from oil wells. But although Jim's pockets had always been stuffed with money, he had never been able to get through high school or enter college. Hang it all, he didn't take to books like Kirtley and all such intellectual boys. It was the fault of his dad and mam. They had petted and spoiled him an only child.
"Indeed I quite agree with you Sergeant," returned little Miss Priscilla with a bright nod, and a sly glance at Bellew, as much as to say, "I told you so!" "And the peaches, mam," continued the Sergeant, "the peaches never looked better, mam." Having said which, he stood looking at nothing in particular, with his one hand resting lightly upon his hip.
But I ain't above lending a hand, mam. You'd do as much for me. I was just saying to the lady in the kitchen, that anybody was fortunate to work for a person with as generous a face as yours." "Clean yourself up, and put on Jenkins' coat, and if another waiter is absolutely necessary, they can call on you," directed Mrs. Sequin hurriedly, then calling to the maid, "Has Miss Margery come down yet?"
When it ceased dripping for an hour at noon, the greengrocer said cheerily, 'Another grand day, mam! I assented, though I could not for the life of me remember when the last one occurred. However, dreary as the weather may be, one cannot be dull when doing one's morning round of shopping in Pettybaw or Strathdee.
Come, baby Emily, sweet bird sit close to mam Cla, while she tells the story." Louis and I sat on either side, Aunt Hildy with mother and father very near, so that we formed a semi-circle. "I am losing my strength, as you all know," said Clara "and the day is very near when I shall reach for the hand that will lead me to the hills.
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