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"'What about me Ginger old pal? ses Sam, in a kind voice. 'We must divide it into threes. "'Threes? ses Ginger, staring at'im. 'Whaffor? "''Cos part of it's mine, ses Sam, struggling 'ard to be perlite. 'I've paid for everything for the last ten days, ain't I? "'Yes, ses Ginger. 'You 'ave, and I thank you for it. "'So do I, ses Peter Russet. 'Hearty I do.
I 'low you knows dat jes as well as me." An embarrassed silence, and then from Mammy, "Whaffor you laffin at?" "Is the Colonel at home?" "Now I reckon you knows dat he ain't. Ef he was, you ain't come here 'quirin' in dat honey voice." You done come heah to rifle, an' to loot, an' to steal, an' to seize what ain't your'n. You come heah when young Marse ain't to home ter rob him."
"Oh, it seems ages ago!" sighed Ravenslee. "But where's Spike?" "Say, bo, who wants him, an' whaffor? Spike's me pal, see, so I jest shore wants ter savvy who wants him an' why?" "His sister " "Hully Chee! Why didn't youse say so at first? When Miss Hermione wants anything she's gotta have it, I guess! Ain't that right, fellers?" "You bet," chimed the four.
Would there be wisdom in flight? "Do you want to go, Ned?" she asked. She has seen her aunt swoon before, and her maid Susan knows well what to do. "Do you want to go, Ned?" "Laws Mussy, no, Miss Jinny. One nigger laik me doan't make no difference. My Marsa he say: 'Whaffor you leave ma house to be ramsacked by de Dutch? "What I gwineter answer?
For a moment he sat thus, staring wide-eyed at nothing in particular; then I stepped forward and tendered him my hand. "What now?" he gasped. "Let me help you up!" I panted. "Whaffor?" he demanded. "That I may knock you down again as speedily as possible," I answered. "Not me!" he answered, feeling his chin in gentle, tentative fashion.
"Whaffor?" inquired the amazed Mr. Ricketts. "For another swipe," said Mr. Billing, radiantly. In the fraction of a second he got the first, and reeled back staggering. The onlookers from the bar came out hastily. Mr. Ricketts, somewhat pale, stood his ground. "You see, I don't hit you," said Mr. Billing, with a ghastly attempt at a smile. He stood rubbing his cheek gently, and, remembering Mr.
Would there be wisdom in flight? "Do you want to go, Ned?" she asked. She has seen her aunt swoon before, and her maid Susan knows well what to do. "Do you want to go, Ned?" "Laws Mussy, no, Miss Jinny. One nigger laik me doan't make no difference. My Marsa he say: 'Whaffor you leave ma house to be ramsacked by de Dutch? "What I gwineter answer?
"Ef you 'lows us t' come heah an' straighten out you' close, an' mend 'em you dunno how happy you mek me an' Hester des to do dat much, Mis' Brice." The note of appeal was irresistible. Mrs. Brice rose and unlocked the trunks. "You may unpack them, Nancy," she said. With what alacrity did the old woman take off her black bonnet and shawl! "Whaffor you stannin' dere, Hester?" she cried.
"Ef you 'lows us t' come heah an' straighten out you' close, an' mend 'em you dunno how happy you mek me an' Hester des to do dat much, Mis' Brice." The note of appeal was irresistible. Mrs. Brice rose and unlocked the trunks. "You may unpack them, Nancy," she said. With what alacrity did the old woman take off her black bonnet and shawl! "Whaffor you stannin' dere, Hester?" she cried.
Yours shpiritual; mine shpirituous. Joke, see! Play on wor'd. Shpiritual shpirituous." "You're intoxicated, sir," Perkin's told him sternly. "Betcherlife I am, old cock! Ever get shp shp shpiflicated yourself?" "Go home and go to bed, sir!" "Whaffor? 'S early yet. 'S reasonable man I ask whaffor?" The professor turned away, but Jeff caught at his sleeve. "Lesh not go to bed. Lesh talk economicsh."
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