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Her brown eyes showed a dull defiance and deprecation of the human destiny. "Where is he?" he said. "Oop there, in t' room wi' 's feyther." "Been drinking again, or what?" "Naw, Dr. Rawcliffe, 'e 'assn't. I suddn' a sent for yo all this road for nowt." She drew him into the house place, and whispered. "I'm feared 'e'll goa queer in 'is 'head, like. 'E's sot there by t' body sence yesterda noon.
I don't know as she'd 'a' hit him more'n ONCE. Jeb had a farm, an' Polly Ann well, Polly Ann was a-gittin' along. But Polly Ann sot thar jes as though she didn't know Jeb was a-comin', an' Jeb stopped once an' says, "You hain't got nothin' agin me, has ye?" An' Polly Ann says, sorter quick, "Naw; ef I had, I'd push it."
He gathered his forces for the few human and practical things which remained to him to do. 'Did she get on comfortable with father? he asked, fixing Reuben with his eyes, which had the penetration of death. Reuben looked discomposed, and cleared his throat once or twice. 'Wal, it warn't what yo may call just coomfortable atween 'em. Naw, I'll not say it wor. 'What was wrong? demanded Sandy.
Then along come this Danny Calkins, that taken up some land nigh to me in the bottoms low-downest coward of a, man that ever disgraced the sile of yearth and then I merried him." "Is he dead, too, my dear woman?" I asked. "Don't you 'dear woman' me I ain't free to merry agin yit," said she. "Naw, he ain't dead, and I ain't deevorced either. I just done left him.
Then, defying the inner pangs of emptiness, he went about his evening chores. The Hostile Spy "Wonder where Caleb got that big piece of Birch bark," said Yan; "I'd like some for dishes." "Guess I know. He was over to Burns's bush. There's none in ours. We kin git some." "Will you ask him?" "Naw, who cares for an old Birch tree. We'll go an' borrow it when he ain't lookin'." Yan hesitated.
"They are out here in a coop on a trailer. He brought them down out of the mountains this morning." "Did ye ketch 'em this mornin'?" queried Fisheye as he followed the two salesmen to the truck. "Naw, he's had 'em in training for two months. Best of all, he knows how to take care of their hair, how to feed 'em.
Not much. He's a born gambler. He'd bet with his grandmother an' he'd cheat the coppers off a dead nigger's eyes." "Slick with cards, eh?" inquired Wade. "Naw, Jack's not slick. But he tries to be. An' we jest go him one slicker." "Wouldn't Old Bill object to this card-playin'?" "He'd be ory-eyed. But, by Golly! we're not leadin' Jack astray. An' we ain't hankerin' to play with him.
We found the gang just tumbling forth from the cook waggon, a small, oblong sort of house on wheels ... a long table in it, with benches ... much like the lunch waggons seen standing about the streets in cities. "Hello, boys, is it dry enough to begin loadin' yet?" "Naw; the dew's still as heavy as rain on the bundles." "We'd best wait a little longer, then."
"They ain't dug him up yet," he said, "but they sure are slingin' gravel. I hope to God they don't." "They won't." "Anything I can do?" The Texan shook his head: "Nothin', thanks." "Hot as hell fer June, ain't it." "Yes; who you ridin' for?" Mister Kester moved his outfit over to the south slope?" "Naw.
I have feared that one thing would bring on another, with you, and that you would yet be hung." "Naw, I haven't stabbed him. It was another cat that stabbed him. You see, Pa wants me to do all the work around the house. The other day he bought a load of kindling wood, and told me to carry it into the basement. I have not been educated up to kindling wood, and I didn't do it.
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