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"I was waitin' fer ye. I meant to tell ye jest whut I'm goin' to tell ye ter-night; 'n' when Easter come a-tearin' through the bushes, 'n' I seed ye-ye-a-standin' together "-the words seemed to stop in his throat-" I knowed I was too late.
"Is thet so, Cap?" he asked anxiously. "Whut be ye goin' ter dew 'bout it?" I made no answer for a moment; I was groping about in the darkness of our narrow quarters to see if I could determine exactly where we were. "How high is this house, Jed, do you know?" "Three stories an' attic." "How far up are we?"
"Do I know what?" "Does you know who's jess erbout ther fines' and likelies' man whut lives in all these yer pahts erroun' yer?" Mary Ellen stopped tossing bits of bread to the chickens. "No, Aunt Lucy," she said. "I hadn't thought about that." "Yes, you has!" cried Aunt Lucy, rising and shaking a bodeful forefinger. "Yes you has, an' yes you does! An' you don' 'preshuate him, thass whut.
I's detectin' by mahse'f, dat's whut I is!" and Eradicate strutted proudly up and down on his allotted part of the beat, being careful not to approach the building too closely, for that was Koku's ground. Ned smiled, and passed on. He found Mr.
An' byme-by somefin' grab' li'l' Mose by de aidge of he coat, an' he fight' an' struggle' an' cry out: "Dey ain't no ghosts. Dey ain't no ghosts." An' dat ain't nuffin' but de wild brier whut grab' him, an' dat ain't nuffin' but de leaf ob a tree whut brush' he cheek, an' dat ain't nuffin' but de branch ob a hazel-bush whut brush' he arm.
"But fust off ax him whut he meant marryin' me in Mobile, Alabama, an' den runnin' 'way frum his lawful wedded wife under cover of de night! Ax him dat's all, ax him!" "An' ax him one thing mo'!" It was the voice of her short companion rising above the tumult. "Ax him whut he done wid de funds of de s'ciety he 'stablished at Little Rock, Arkansaw, all of w'ich he absconded wid dis last spring!"
Gimme drink o' water, please, suh." In silence Neptune handed him a gourd of water. When Jake had gulped this down, Neptune asked again, inexorably: "Whut you been doin', Jake?" Jake shifted from one foot to the other. He thrust his bullet head forward. His hands, hanging at his sides, opened and closed, the fingers twitching.
"I knows she won't starve 'em at de table, even ef she suah has terrible 'tickler manners. But ef she says dey shan't eat 'tween meals, den I'll says to her as how dey can. I ain't gwine to hab mah honey lambs starvin', dat's whut I ain't!" and Dinah shook her woolly head. "Oh, Aunt Emeline isn't as bad as all that," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "She is strict, I know, but it is for the children's good.
They'd git out and tear up every foot of this heah cussed railroad track, an' throw it back into the cane. That's whut they'd do." "Sho' now, would you?" said Jim Bowles. "Shore I would. You got to do it if things keeps on this-away." "Well, we couldn't, lessen Cunnel Blount said it was all right, you know. The Cunnel was the friend of the road through these heah bottoms.
Simple enough explanation, isn't it, when you know the facts?" "Simple," he agreed, "and yit at the same time sort of wonderful too. And whut did you do when you read it?" "I was stunned at first. I tried at first not to believe it. But I couldn't deceive myself. Something inside of me told me that it was true every word of it. I suppose it was the woman in me that told me.
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