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"Huh," he would chuckle to any listeners he could find, "Ol' Mas' Brabant, he say, 'Stay hyeah, stay hyeah, you do' know how to tek keer o' yo'se'f yit. But I des' look at my two han's an' I say to myse'f, whut I been doin' wid dese all dese yeahs tekin' keer o' myse'f an' him, too. I wo'k in de fiel', he set in de big house an' smoke.
"What did your uncle have for breakfast, Mas' Don?" "Coffee ham I hardly know, Jem." "Ho! Thought p'r'aps it had been cayenne pepper." "Nonsense!" "Ah, you may say that, but see how he is going it. 'Tarn't my fault that the dock men work so badly, and 'tarn't my fault that Mike isn't here, and " "Don't stand talking to Wimble, Lindon," said a voice sharply, and Uncle Josiah came up to the pair.
"There, Mas' Gammon; and why you sh'd play at 'do believe' and at 'don't believe, after that awesome scene, the solem'est of life's, when you did declare to me, sayin', it was a stride for boots out o' London this morning. Your words, Mas' Gammon! and 'boots'-=it's true, if by that alone!
I was looking at you, and I saw that root you were holding come out of the rock." "Did you, Mas' Don? Oh, I thought I did that o' purpose," came from below. "Where are you?" "Sitting straddling on a big bit o' bush." "Where? I can't see you." "Here, all right. 'Tarn't ten foot, it's about five and twenty "`De-riddle-lol-de-ri." "Jem, we must climb back. It is too risky."
Please, Ben, please!" "Listen how she baig! Well, I gwine tell you now. I ain' gwine tease you no mo'." She bent her head forward expectantly. "I had a talk wid Mas' Raymond to-day," resumed Ben. "Yes?" "An' he say he pay me all my back money fu' ovahtime." "Oh!"
"Whut I does say, Miss Ma'y Ellen," she resumed, earnestly looking into the girl's face as though to carry conviction with her speech "whut I does say, an' I says hit fer yo' own good, is this; Mas' Henry, he's daid! He's daid an' buh'ied, an' flowehs growin' oveh his grave, yeahs 'n yeahs. An' you never wuz mahied toe him. An' you wan't nothin' but a gal.
"Yes," Jem used to say, "they may be civil, but soft words butters no parsnips, Mas' Don; and being told you'll some day be rated AB don't bring a man back to his wife, nor a boy I mean another man back to his mother." "You might have said boy, Jem; I'm only a boy." "So'm I, Mas' Don sailor boy. You seem getting your head pretty well now, Mas' Don, when we're up aloft."
Nos aterrorizamos ante la idea de que los impulsos de la mujer, su fanatismo, su criterio cerrado, según unos, su debilidad o falta de carácter, según otros, su poca preparación o poca cultura, según otros más, hagan del derecho de sufragio una mera farsa o una comedia ridícula por la que han de entrar a tener predominio elementos o intereses privilegiados.
The master laughed, "I believe you've got me there, Uncle Simon; well go along, but see that your flock is well tended." "Thanky, Mas' Gawge, thanky. I'll put a shepherd in my place dat'll put de food down so low dat de littles' lambs kin enjoy it, but'll mek it strong enough fu' de oldes' ewes." And with a profound bow the old man went down the steps and hobbled away.
Granma got him up a meal and when hed et it he began prowling about the kitchen looking into everything and opening the cubbord doors. Then he went into granma's mas room and turned the buro drawers and trunk inside out and threw the things in them all about. All he found was a purse with a dollar in it and he swore about it and took it and went away.
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