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"Yet, I tay here an' be Timfy's ittle dirl. Now oo p'ay by your own seff ittle while, Mit Vildy, pease, coz I dot to det down an find Samfy an' put my dolly to bed coz she's defful seepy." "It's half past eight," said Samantha coming into the kitchen, "and Timothy ain't nowheres to be found, and Jabe hain't seen him sence noon-time."
"What made you think I was aboard I look like one? S' down, John, make 'seff at home. Happm have cars all t' ourselves. Mr. March, this 's ufforshnate, ain't it? Don't y' sink so? One o' my p'culiar 'tacks. Come on 'tirely since leavin' Suez. My dear frien', I know what you're thinkin' 'bout.
"I'll shoot him the cursed, fat, pudgy, beastly rascal, her husband. I've never seen her face, but" "Lord seff us! heaven preserve us, as a body may say. Is that a respectable reason for shooting a man that you have never seen his wife's face? Come, come, be cool, John Chatterton be cool; animum rege, as a body may" "Cool? a pretty thing for a steady old stager like you, to tell me to be cool.
"White man find Seff dead by ribber. White man act funny, much 'fraid. Bimeby find babby gone. White man much mad." He paused, picked up his musket which he had laid aside, and examined the priming. "Did you see them?" Jean asked. "A-ha-ha. Sam see'm. White man no see Sam." "Are they coming this way?" "A-ha-ha." "Will you shoot them?" "Sam shoot bimeby, mebbe. White man no ketch babby."
"Dat little nigger ain't workin' a bit, missus," said Dinah to Mrs. Miller, as the latter entered the kitchen. "She's lying in the sun seasoning; she will work the better by and by," replied the mistress. "Dese white niggers always tink dey seff good as white folks," said the cook. "Yes; but we will teach them better, won't we, Dinah?" rejoined Mrs. Miller.
"Yes, missus," replied Dinah; "I don't like dese merlatter niggers, no how. Dey always want to set dey seff up for sumfin' big." With this remark the old cook gave one of her coarse laughs, and continued: "Missis understands human nature, don't she? Ah! ef she ain't a whole team and de ole gray mare to boot, den Dinah don't know nuffin'."
"Dat little nigger ain't workin' a bit, missus," said Dinah to Mrs. Miller, as the latter entered the kitchen. "She's lying in the sun seasoning; she will work the better by and by," replied the mistress. "Dese white niggers always tink dey seff good as white folks," said the cook. "Yes; but we will teach them better, won't we, Dinah?" rejoined Mrs. Miller.
"Yes, missus," replied Dinah; "I don't like dese merlatter niggers, no how. Dey always want to set dey seff up for sumfin' big." With this remark the old cook gave one of her coarse laughs, and continued: "Missis understands human nature, don't she? Ah! if she ain't a whole team and de ole gray mare to boot, den Dinah don't know nuffin'."
Play 'Turkey in er Straw. Ah, ye don't know it. Thass reason. Betch don' know it. Don' know 'Turkey in er Straw! Ho! Caw seff ml-m' sishn. Ho! You you you ain' no m'sishn. You you you're zis bluff." Only about half-past eight, too. Think of that! So early in the morning. Ah me! That's one of the sad features of such an occasion.
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