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He was aware of a sadness akin to that with which one leaves home and family. He looked at the manuscripts in the corner. That was it. He was going away from them, his pitiful, dishonored children that were welcome nowhere. He went over and began to rummage among them, reading snatches here and there, his favorite portions. "The Pot" he honored with reading aloud, as he did "Adventure."
Mebbe you'll tumble. I reckon you ain't heard how Ferguson's been tellin' the boys that he went down to your cabin one night claimin' to have been bit by a rattler, because he wanted to get acquainted with you an' pot you some day when you wasn't expectin' it. An' then after he'd stayed all night in your cabin he was braggin' to the boys that he reckoned on makin' a fool of your sister.
Ellen carried her bed inside the cabin, and unrolled it upon a couch built of boughs in the far corner. She had forgotten Jean Isbel's package, and now it fell out under her sight. Quickly she covered it. A Mexican woman, relative of Antonio, and the only servant about the place, was squatting Indian fashion before the fireplace, stirring a pot of beans.
"I'll not ask any questions. I guess there are some curious stories hidden in these old houses." Peter hobbled to the front door with him. He had not gone so far as the parlor once while Mr. Ladley was in the house. They had had a sale of spring flowers at the store that day, and Mr. Reynolds had brought me a pot of white tulips.
"Let the poor thing be," I cried, and, thrusting a piece of stick under the worm, I sent it flying amongst the wet grass. "Ugh! you cruel wretch!" cried Mercer. "Come, that's nice," I said. "Better than letting you put it in a box, and carrying it in your hot pocket to kill." "I shouldn't kill it, I should keep it in a pot of earth."
The back and breast parts were torn apart, the gall examined and nodded over; the intestines were placed beneath a large rock, and the gizzard, breast of the chicken, and back with head attached dropped in the pot.
"I don't b'leeve in dese mixed white and black families en hit shouldn't be 'lowed." "Durin' slavery de white folks didn't want de niggahs ter sing en pray, but dey would turn a pot down en meet at de pot in de nite en sing en pray en de white folks wouldn't 'yer dem."
Gnu declined: but I knew mamma would let me go with the Potiphars. "Dear Pot.," said Mrs. P., "we shall be gone so short a time, and shall be so busy, and hurrying from one place to another, that we had better leave little Freddy behind. Poor, dear little fellow, it will be much better for him to stay." Mr.
He isn't looking for Jimmie and Dick any more than we're looking for a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. I don't believe he was ever sent here to make a search for the missing boys!" "What was he doing when you saw him?" asked Sandy. "Poking around in worked-out chambers with a pick!" "Did he see you?" "You bet he didn't!
"I'll win the pot if I have to go to Edinburgh!" "And you, Churchill?" asked Crofts. "You're a pack of fools, but I'll go," replied Churchill, knocking the ashes from his pipe. They drank their bowl of punch and immediately set off for the St. Albans road. "The Oxford road is nearer than the St. Albans. Why not take it?" asked George.
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