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"Take you' hands off'n dat head," sputtered Julius. "I buck one rebel las' night, an' you want watch out dat I don't buck nodder one dis mawning." Then he became good-natured all at once, for he thought of something he wanted to ask Hawkins. "What Beardsley say when he seen his fine schooner go up in de clouds?" "He was mad and sorry and skeered," answered Hawkins.
"Good mawning," drawled out the spokesman of the party. "I allow thish-yers the railroad, I heern it was a-comin'." "Yes, this is the railroad; all but the rails and the ironhorse." "I reckon you kin git all the rails you want oaten my white oak timber over, thar," replied the first speaker, who appeared to be a man of property and willing to strike up a trade.
"Oh, it's going to come out all right," he said. "It can't come out wrong now, no matter what happens. But who'd have thought it, when I came into this house, in such a state of sin and misery, half an hour ago " "Three houahs and a half ago!" she said. "No! you most jost go. Ah'm tahed to death. Good-night. You can come in the mawning to see-papa."
The great eyes flamed up with intelligence to tell me that I guessed aright; again he glanced nervously around to assure himself that no one was eavesdropping, and then he said in a whisper, just loud enough to be heard above the noise of the moving train: "De Yankees took Wilmington yesterday mawning."
I thought it was Silvertop writhing in my Jint grasp; and taw the hordayshis villing lim from lim in the terrible strenth of my despare! . . . Let me drop a cutting over the memries of that night. When my boddy-suvnt came with my ot water in the mawning, the livid copse in the charnill was not payler than the gashly De la Pluche! "'Give me the Share-list, Mandeville, I micanickly igsclaimed.
"Oh," cried Lloyd, "I intended to ask Betty befoah she went away where she had hidden yoah present, and she left next mawning so early that I was still asleep. Maybe mothah knows." But Mrs. Sherman, busy with her letters, shook her head. "I haven't the faintest idea," she answered.
She strolled into her mother's room, and threw herself listlessly into a chair by the window. "What can I do, mothah? I mustn't read long, I mustn't study, Tarbaby is lame, so I can't ride, and I've walked as far as I care to this mawning." "What would you like to do?" asked Mrs. Sherman, who was dressing to go out. "Nothing but things that I can't do," was the fretful answer.
So she put the glass back in its case, and, after strolling restlessly around the room, walked over to the harp and struck a few chords. "It's all out of tune!" she exclaimed, fretfully, thrumming the faulty string with impatient fingers. "Everything seems out of tune this mawning!" As she spoke, the string broke with a sudden harsh twang that made her jump.
As the machine had been there before, we were greeted as friends. The old negro porter is a character, quite the irresponsible head of the entire establishment. "Law's sakes! you heah agen? glad to see you; whar you come from dis time? Rochester! No, foh sure? dis mawning? you doan say so; that jes' beats me; to think I live to see a thing like that; it's a reg'lar steam-engine, aint it?"
"I simply meant to give you a little advice for yoah own good, and you've gone and made a joke of it. I am suah you'll say or do something befoah the mawning is ovah that will make Gay think you are perfectly dreadful." Rob only laughed in answer, leaving her to infer that she had good reason for her fears.