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And she swept up the stairs so stately, that Scipio was moved to say slyly: "Dem's de kind of ladies, Marse Richard, I jes dotes t' wait on!" Of the affair at King William's School I shall tell later. We had some dozen guests staying at the Hall for the ball. At dinner my grandfather and the gentlemen twitted her, and laughed heartily at her apt retorts, and even toasted her when she was gone.
"She never say nuthin' to me," Zack answered in his low, musical voice. "An' I never axed her nuthin', neither. She wuz standin' on a cheer in de long room, whisperin' to Ole Miss' pictur, Marse John; an' I couldn' poke no julep up at her den!" The Colonel bowed his head.
On going down stairs she found a servant in waiting with her horse ready saddled, who said: "Mornin', Miss Mollie. Marse Hesden said ez how I was ter tell yer dat he was dat busy dis mornin' dat he couldn't go ter ride wid yer to-day, nohow. I wuz ter gib yer his compliments, all de same, an' say he hopes yer'll hev a pleasant ride, an' he wants ter see yer when yer gits back.
One er de men wuz down wid de rheumatiz, Skundus wuz gone, en' Cindy wuz gone, en' Marse Dugal tole ole Miss dey wuz no use talkin', he couldn' 'ford ter buy no new ban's, en' he'd ha' ter sen' fer Cindy, 'en put her in de fiel'; fer de cotton-crap wuz a monst'us big 'un dat year, en' Cindy wuz one er de bes' cotton-pickers on de plantation.
Dat beard on ye, Marse Harry, done fool me but you is him fo' sho. Gor-a-mighty! ain't I glad ye ain't daid. Marse George say on'y yisterday you was either daid or sick dat ye didn't write an' " "Said yesterday! Why, is he at home?" "HOME! Lemme throw a blanket over dis hoss and tie him tell we come back. Oh, we had a heap o' mis'ry since ye went away a heap o' trouble. Nothin' but trouble!
She knitted assiduously, and looked composedly at her husband, whose lower jaw had suddenly fallen, while his eyelids blinked nervously, as though attacked by St. Vitus' dance. "Only five minutes, Bedney." Mr. Churchill took out his watch, and held it open. "You see, Marse Alfred, I " "I don't see anything but an infernal fraud you two have planned. Only three minutes more.
She was emphatic in her statement that "Marse Rad didn't have nuffen to do wif him. He was a sho' nuff ha'nt an' his gahments smelt o' de graveyard." The evidence respecting Mose brought out nothing of any consequence, and with that the hearing was brought to a close.
"And food to eat?" "Dat's so." "And never asked you to do a lick of work since you got the rheumatism?" "Dat's es true es de Gospel." "Then what do you mean by going off like mad to that little, broken-down shanty with half the roof gone?" Uncle Ishmael shuffled his heavy feet and scratched his head again. "Hit's de trufe, Marse Tom," he said at last. "Hit's de Gospel trufe.
Now I send her to de penumtenshury; now I send her dere to pick oakum in a crash gown and cropped hair, and an oberseer wid a big whip to drive her!" "What is she talking of? What does she mean by whited saltpeter?" inquired the judge. "'Whited sepulchre' is Katie's Scripture name for a hypocrite, I suppose," suggested Ishmael. "Not on'y for a hypocrite, Marse Ishmael!
"Well, jes' den dey blowed boots an' saddles, an' we mounted; an' de orders come to ride 'roun' de slope, an' Marse Chan's comp'ny wuz de secon', an' when we got 'roun' dyah, we wuz right in it. Hit wuz de wust place ever dis nigger got in. An' dey said, 'Charge 'em! an' my king! ef ever you see bullets fly, dey did dat day.
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