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"Humph!" ejaculated Ebony, "you's a fine feller to talk 'bout bold faces an' honest purpusses, w'en you're goin' to steal a young ooman out ob de pallis, fro' under de bery nose ob do queen!" "To help Rafaravavy to escape of her own free will is not theft," replied the guide, gravely. "When we are persecuted in one city Scripture advises us to flee to another." "Das true, Ravonino.
"For a walk." The old negress tilted her head aslant and looked fixedly at him. "You's gwine to dat Cissie Dildine's, Peter." Peter looked at his mother, surprised and rather disconcerted that she had guessed his intentions from his mere footsteps. The young man changed his plans for his walk, and began a diplomatic denial: "No, I'm going to walk by myself. I'm tired; I'm played out."
Jest le' me get out, and I'll whip you so you can't stan'. See ef I don't." "You can't get out, missus; yah, yah!" laughed Pomp. "You's tied, you is, missus." "Come an' help me out, this minute!" exclaimed the old lady, stamping her foot. "Lor', missus, you'll whip me. You said you would." "So I will, I vum," retorted the irate old lady, rather undiplomatically.
"We gathered around him like hungry beasts, and I began to see terror dawning in his eyes. He turned to me, 'I's moughty glad you's hyeah, doc, he said, 'you ain't gwine let 'em whup me. "'Whip you, you hound, I said, 'I'm going to see you hanged, and in the excess of my passion I struck him full on the mouth.
You's a nigger! bawn a nigger and a slave! en you's a nigger en a slave dis minute; en if I opens my mouf ole Marse Driscoll'll sell you down de river befo' you is two days older den what you is now!" "It's a thundering lie, you miserable old blatherskite!" "It ain't no lie, nuther. It's just de truth, en nothin' but de truth, so he'p me. Yassir you's my son " "You devil!"
Roxy followed this sally with another discharge of carefree laughter. "You's jealous, Roxy, dat's what's de matter wid you, you hussy yah yah yah! Dat's de time I got you!" "Oh, yes, you got me, hain't you. 'Clah to goodness if dat conceit o' yo'n strikes in, Jasper, it gwine to kill you sho'. If you b'longed to me, I'd sell you down de river 'fo' you git too fur gone.
Your eyes haven't changed colour a bit. Nor your nature, I suppose. Yet something about you's changed. Got over Betty yet?" "Quite, thanks," he said tranquilly. "But last time we met, you remember we agreed that I had no intentions." "Wrong lead," she said, smiling frankly at him; "and besides I hold all the trumps. Ace, King, Queen; and Ace, Knave and Queen of another suit."
I 'uz off too fur to hear what dey say to you I wuz 'fraid o' de dogs; but when it 'uz all quiet agin I knowed you's in de house, so I struck out for de woods to wait for day.
"She say not'ing not one word on'y she smile a leetle, an' kiss her hand to him when he hoed away. It passes my compre'nshin, kite. An' as we rode home she says to me, says she, `Quashy, you's a good boy! I bery near say to her, `Manuela, you's a bad gurl, but I di'n't feel kite up to dat." "Quashy, you're a fool," said Susan, abruptly.
But she was happier still when, after a series of games, Maurice pushed back his chair and said: "I've had enough. Salvatore, you are like Gaspare, you have the devil's luck. Together you can't be beaten. But now you play against each other and let's see who wins. I'll put down twenty-five lire. Play till one of you's won every soldo of it. Play all night if you like."
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