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"Dats neider here nor dar, Miss Mirim, so dat McDermot bleves you, dat's enough; wat dis chile bleves am her own business. Dem Irish am mighty stupid kine ob creeturs; dey swallows down mos' any thing you chooses to tell 'em." A voice without, uplifted at this juncture, as if it had long been expending itself in ineffectual appeals, now summoned Dinah, harshly and emphatically.
"Sometimes I put in six or eight hours a day," replied the visitor. "De rush hours on de surface line are usually good for two or t'ree hours a day, but I been layin' off dat stuff lately and goin' in fer de t'ater crowd. Dere's more money and shorter hours." "You confine yourself," asked Jimmy, "to er ah pocket-picking solely?" Again the lip smile.
"Well, I guess you can postpone your investigation for a while," suggested Russ. "It's getting dark, Uncle, and we'd like to get back to the steamer. Now, if you'll pilot us we'll pay you well, and see that you get back in the morning. You can stay on the Magnolia to-night if we find her." "Oh, I'll find her, all right don't yo' all let dat fret yo'!" chuckled the negro.
The crowd in the stands, carried away, burst into a storm of applause, and the gentlemen about the young girl of the big white hat clapped their hands. Old Robin, down in the paddock, was shouting and talking volubly to a crowd of strangers. "He 's a jumper! He 's got de pedigree. Dat 's blood. You ain' see my old master's hosses befo'."
He gi' de sorrel a pull dat fotch 'im back settin' down in de san' on he hanches. He ve'y lips wuz white. I tried to keep up wid 'im, but 'twarn' no use. He sont me back home pres'n'y, an' he rid on. I sez to myself, 'Cun'l Chahmb'lin, don' yo' meet Marse Chan dis mawnin'. He ain' bin lookin' 'roun' de ole school-house, whar he an' Miss Anne use' to go to school to ole Mr.
"Samson, why cannot these angels sing?" The old man looked up and faintly smiled: "Poor Virgie, dey is wild-fowls, all bewildered by dat storm: geese and swans. Dey can't sing like angels." "Yes," said the girl; "something sings, I know. What is it?" "Jesus, maybe," the negro answered, looking at her, his eyes full of tears.
You needn't be afraid to say anything you pleases to me." "You could not betray me," added the girl, turning her dark, soulful eyes anxiously full upon him. "No, no," he replied, energetically. "Voot's your name?" "Mary Prescott." "How fur does you live from here dat is, how fur did you live?" "It must be over thirty miles, in an eastern direction, I think." "Does you know Oonomoo?"
"Do you tink, sar, dat a genlmn, dat fight in de Resolutionary war, and gib one leg, dat you may stand on two free leg, hab no feeling ob honor? Beside, dis old soger don't want no bread he don't arn." "Well, I'll make a bargain with you, that if we don't catch Holden, you shan't have anything. That horse is soon curried." "Ah, dat won't do. My time is precious, and de hire is wordy ob de laborer.
Look you, you make de sharpest vinegar von de sweetest wine. Amphillis, you are good maid, I tink; keep you good! And dat will say, keep you to yourself, and run not after no mans, nor no womans neider. You keep your lady's counsel true and well, but you keep no secrets from her.
"Ah! shtick to dat fine expressionment," cried Dan'l, eagerly. "Shtick to id! Say you won't dance if dey wear de refolfers unt den we win de schweepstakes!" Patsy looked at him critically, in the instant catching a part of his idea. "What do you mean?" she asked. Dan'l explained, while they all listened carefully, absorbed in following in thought his unique suggestions.
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