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Accomplished the...tire Subjection... a Lawless and Predatory Peop......taching them to...ish Government by a Conquest over....Minds The most perma...and rational Mode of Domini....Governor General and Counc...engal have ordered lhi.....erected...arted this Life Aug. 19, 184..Ag... On the other side of the grave were ancient verses, also very worn.
The quadroon did not meet Frowenfeld's kindled eyes for a moment, and when he did, it was slowly and dejectedly. "He canno' be," he said, and then, seeing his words were not understood, he added: "He 'ave no Cause. Dad peop' 'ave no Cause."
"I fine that ve'y d'oll, Doctah Seveeah," concluded the unaugmented, hanging up his hat; "some peop' always 'ard to fine. I h-even notiz that sem thing w'en I go to colic' some bill. I dunno 'ow' tis, Doctah, but I assu' you I kin tell that by a man's physio'nomie. Nobody teach me that. 'Tis my own ingeenu'ty 'as made me to discoveh that, in fact." The Doctor was silent.
"Mais oui, madame, I know you etranger. You don' look lak dese New Orleans peop'. You lak' dose Yankee dat come down 'fo' de war." Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, chimes the Cathedral bell across Jackson Square, and the praline woman crosses herself. "Hail, Mary, full of grace "Pralines, madame? You buy lak' dat? Dix sous, madame, an' one lil' piece fo' lagniappe fo' madame's lil' bebe.
Père Jerome was confounded. He turned again, and, with his hands at his back and his eyes cast down, slowly paced the floor. "He is a good man," he said, by and by, as if he thought aloud. At length he halted before the woman. "Madame Delphine " The distressed glance with which she had been following his steps was lifted to his eyes. "Suppose dad should be true w'at doze peop' say 'bout Ursin."
An' ev'y las' one got a lil fahm so lil you can't plow her; got dig her up wid a spade. Yes, seh, same like you diggin' grave; yes, seh." Raccoon. During the war. The gentle stranger interrupted, still without lifting his eyes from the path. "'Tis better narrowness of land than of virtue." The negro responded eagerly: "Oh, dey good sawt o' peop', yes. Dey deals fair an' dey deals square.
An' he got bruddeh name' 'Mian Roussel. But dat not de ole, ole 'Mian like dey say de ole he one. 'Caze, you know, he done peg out. Oh, yes, he peg out in de du'in' o' de waugh. But he lef' heap-sight chillen; you know, he got a year' staht o' all de res', you know. Yes, seh. Dey got 'bout hund'ed fifty peop' yond' by Gran' Point', and sim like dey mos' all name Roussel. Sim dat way to me.
Clethera and Honoré sat silently enjoying each other's company, unconscious that their aboriginal forefathers had courted in that manner, sitting under arbors of branches. "Why do peop' want to get marry?" propound ed Clethera. "I don't know," said Honoré. "Me, if some man hask me, I box his ear! I have know you all my life but don' you never hask me to get marry!"
Père Jerome was confounded. He turned again, and, with his hands at his back and his eyes cast down, slowly paced the floor. "He is a good man," he said, by and by, as if he thought aloud. At length he halted before the woman "Madame Delphine" The distressed glance with which she had been following his steps was lifted to his eyes. "Suppose dad should be true w'at doze peop' say 'bout Ursin."
"I went to your wife's funeral this morning, Jules," said the passer, impressing on the widower's hearing an important fact which might have escaped his one eye. "You was at de funer'l? Did you see Thérèse?" "Yes, I saw her." "Ah, what a fat woman dat was! I make some of de peop' feel her arm. I feed her well." The other old man smiled, but he was bound to say, "I'm sorry for you, Jules."
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