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Miss Collins came up once or twice to see her, but Diana lay quiet, and was able to baffle curiosity. "Are ye goin' to git up and come down to supper?" the handmaid asked in the second visit, which occurred late in the afternoon. "I don't know. I shall do what Mr. Masters says." "You don't look as ef there was much ailin' you; and yet you look kind o' queer, too.
She saw a shade of pain in his eyes and his immobility struck her, but he did not seem badly off. Bo was pale, round-eyed, and apparently too agitated to speak. Carmichael placed chairs beside the couch for the girls. "Wal, what's ailin' you this nice mornin'?" asked Roy, eyes on the cowboy. "Huh! Would you expect me to be wearin' the smile of a fellar goin' to be married?" retorted Carmichael.
"So this poor way-worn sowl, afther thryin' ivry other rimidy fr'm dhrivin' a coach to failin' to vote, at las' sought out th' rile high clark iv th' coort an' says he: 'Behold, he says, 'an onhappy man, he says. 'With millyons in me pocket, two hotels an' onlimited credit, 'he says, 'me hear-rt is gray, he says. 'Poor sowl, says th' clark iv th' coort, 'What's ailin' ye'? he says.
"By Gad, she's some clipper," West said, aloud to himself, just as though the girl had not been present. "Will you leave my daughter oot o' your talk, man?" warned the Scotchman. "What's ailin' you?" West's sulky, insolent eyes turned on the buffalo-hunter. "A nitchie's a nitchie. Me, I talk straight. But I aim to be reasonable too. I don't like a woman less because she's got the devil in her.
Grandoken entered the shop and sat down opposite her husband. "Lafe," she began, clearing her throat. The cobbler questioned her with a glance. "That girl'll be the death of this hull shanty," she announced huskily. "I hate 'er more'n anything in the world." Lafe placed a half-mended shoe beside him on the bench. "What's ailin' 'er now, Peggy?"
If all of us who are in the world just did our best it would be a different place than it is, now wouldn't it? What's ailin' you, Miss Thorley? Seems if you don't look so hearty as you did. Don't you work too hard. It's what you have in your heart more'n what you have in your pocketbook that makes happiness. A pretty young thing like you hain't no business to be thinkin' of jam all the time.
He just seemed kinder sick and ailin' like, ever since the night we had to leave you behind. I used to get him warm drinks and things, and try to pull 'im through, but he was always a-chillin' and a-achin'. If it wasn't one thing the matter, it was another. I done all I knowed you'd a-wanted me to, an' the rest of the folks was mighty white to him, too.
"My ma, she boss all de funerls ob de niggahs on de plantation an she got a long white veil for wearin, lawzy me, chile, she suah look bootiful, jes lak a bride she did when she boss dem funerls in dat veil. She not much skeered nether fo dat veil hit suah keep de hants away. Wisht I had me dat veil right now, mout hep cure dis remutizics in ma knee what ailin me so bad.
She hurried across the bottom, with wavering knees she climbed the embankment, then skirting the fields, she half walked, half ran to the village, and selecting back streets and alleys, tumbled, half distracted, into the home of her sister. "Holy Vargin!" screamed Katy Dolan. "Whativer do be ailin' you, Mary Malone?" "Jimmy! Jimmy!" sobbed the shivering Mary. "I knew it! I knew it!
"Wal, not rightly sick, but ailin'." Sunny's smile broadened till a mouthful of fairly decent teeth showed through the fringe of his ragged mustache. "Ailin'?" "Yep. Guess I bin overdoin' it." "It don't do, working too hard in the heat," said Scipio absently. "Sure," replied Sunny. "It's been a hard job avoidin' it. Ther's allus folk ready to set me workin'. That's just the way o' things.
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