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The sergeant saluted and sprang into the saddle. Fyles passed into the mail office as the man rode off. Allan Dy was used to these visits of the inspector. There were very few country postmasters who were not used to such visits. It was a process of espionage which was never acknowledged, yet one that was carried on extensively in suspected districts.
Nay if after curses & threats mischiefe follow or if a sick pson like to dy take it on his death such a one has bewitched him, there are strong grounds of suspicon for strict examinacon but not sufficient for conviccon. "But ye truer proofes sufficient for conviccon are ye voluntary confession of ye pty suspected adjudged sufficient proofe by both divines & lawyers.
Pendennis!" a voice broke in here it was that of a young man in a large white coat with a red neckcloth, over which a dingy shirt-collar was turned so as to exhibit a dubious neck with a large pin of bullion or other metal, and an imaginative waistcoat with exceedingly fanciful glass buttons, and trousers that cried with a loud voice, "Come look at me and see how cheap and tawdry I am; my master, what a dirty buck!" and a little stick in one pocket of his coat, and a lady in pink satin on the other arm "How dy do Forget me, I dare say?
Blessed Marster! some run wild eh some go stray, some go hether en some go yan'; but all un um mus' go befo' dy mercy-seat in de een'. Some'll fetch big works, en some'll fetch great deeds, but po' ole Manuel won't fetch nothiu' but one weak, sinful heart. Dear, blessed Marster! look in dat heart en see w'at in dar.
"You're early down for your mail, Mr. Fyles," she said, after greeting him. "I'm generally right on the spot before Allan Dy is through. Still, I dare say your mail is more important, and stands for no delay." "It's the red tape of our business, Miss Seton," Fyles replied, with a light shrug. "We're always getting orders that should rightly be executed before they can possibly reach us.
Four were mounted by servants, cloaked and armed; the other horse, black and spirited, was held by old Grandchamp it was his master's steed. "Ah!" exclaimed Bassompierre; "see, our battlehorses are saddled and bridled. Come, young man, we must say, with our old Marot: 'Adieu la cour, adieu les dames! Adieu les filles et les femmes! Adieu vous dy pour quelque temps; Adieu vos plaisans parse-temps!
"Didn't seem to 'ave strength enough to live another dy withaht it." "Any stipulation made concerning the price of the cow?" "Any what?" "The young lady with the eyes did she think to ask the price of the cow?" "No sordid details was entered into, so far as I could 'ear," replied the boy. They would not have been by Robina. "Any hint let fall as to what the cow was wanted for?"
"Deze niggers, Lord; deze niggers, Lord, Dey skins is black, hit's true, But den dey souls is white, my Lord, So won't yer bless dem too? "O bless us, Lord! O bless us, Lord! O bless us mo' an' mo'; Unless yer'll come an' bless us, Lord, We'll keep yer hyear fur sho. "All folkses, Lord; all folkses, Lord O Lord, bless all de same. O bless de good, an' bless de bad, Fur de glory uv dy name.
Tessibel always put "dy" to Dad to make it more effective and it was with the same sweet, serious voice, with which she would have pleaded with her own father, that she made familiar with the majesty of heaven. She could make no distinction between Daddy Skinner and Jehovah. Both to her were the reigning powers of the earth.
"Isn't nothin'!" he cried, with fine scorn. "That don't need to worry you. Ain't we got the tallest pine in creation right here on the spot?" The postmaster's eyes widened. Even Kate was startled at the suggestion. "You'd cut down the old tree?" she inquired. "Wher's your sense?" demanded Dy roughly. "Cut down the old pine? Who's goin to do it? Who's got the grit?"
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