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Sairy, a pan of biscuits for dinner in her hand, looked after them. "There's a deal of things I'd do differently if I was a man! What was the use in sayin' that every time he looked at that thar bag he'd see Thunder Run? Thunder Run ain't a-keerin' if he sees it or if he don't see it! He might ha' said that every time he laid eyes on them roses he'd see Christianna!
"Euola she's done gone plumb back on me," he explained. "I hain't heard one word from her sence the trouble, an' I've got that far I hain't a-keerin' what becomes of me. I like you, Dan; I'd ruther you had the money " "Oh, my Gawd! Don't, Andy," choked the Irishman. "Let me think, man," as the other's surprised gaze dwelt on him.
I t'ought it all ober while I wuz a trabblin' 'long; an' I swar ter God, Marse Hesden, I jes did peg out ob all hope. I couldn't go back ter Sallie an' de chillen, ner couldn't do 'em enny good ef I did; ner I couldn't send fer dem ter come ter me, kase I hedn't nuffin' ter fotch 'em wid. So I jes kinder gin out, an' went a-sloshin' roun', not a-keerin' what I done er what was ter come on me.
I don't believe You keer much and seems like I bring ever'body bad luck: an' I'm a-goin' to live up hyeh on the mountain jes' as long as I can. I don't want you to think I'm a-complainin' fer I ain't. Only hit does seem sort o' curious that You'd let me be down hyah with me a-keerint fer nobody now, an' nobody a-keerin' fer me.
"Mose is too old, and too badly crippled with rheumatism, to be of any use to his new friends." "I suppose you and Morris will be going next," said Marcy, nodding at Julius, "and that, if I want my filly brought to the door, I can bring her myself." "Oh, hursh, honey," replied the boy. "I aint a-keerin what dat old niggah Morris gwine do, but Julius aint gwine run away."
If I'd been plumb sartin in my mind, I'd a-told ye myself not but what I knows," he hastily amended, "thet he meant hit friendly." "Air ye a-goin'?" "I'm studyin' about hit." He awaited objection, but none came. Then, with a piquing of his masculine vanity, he demanded: "Hain't ye a-keerin', Sally, whether I goes, or not?" The girl grew rigid.
As she met the boy's eyes, it was clear that her own held neither nervousness nor fear, and yet there was something else in them the glint of invitation. She rose from her seat. "I hain't ter say skeered," she told him, "but, ef ye wants ter walk as fur as the stile, I hain't a-keerin'." The youth rose, and, taking his hat and rifle, followed her.
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