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But just as I got to the door a plank creaked and I opened the door and there it was right where I could have touched him. And then it ran and oh, what if " "I'm astin' you once more what it was like?" "How should I know except that " "Was it a big, fat, wild, bare-headed, scary, awful-lookin' scoundrel dressed in some kind of funny pink clothes?" "Yes, that's it!
"But don't you mistake, Jim Thorpe; three drinks ain't buyin' you clear. If you're the honest man you say, you'll hev to prove it. There's the cattle with your brand on 'em. Whose hand set it on? Who keeps that brand? Who runs his stock in hidin' up in the hills? Them's the questions we're all astin', an' it's up to you to answer 'em right.
Amanda, small as she was, looked firm and determined, and he knew by experience that he was no match for her. "'Tain't fer you to be astin' me whut's de matter," he began significantly. "De glove's on de other han'." "Whut you 'sinuatin', nigger?" cried Amanda, now thoroughly roused. "I's tired layin' heah under dis heah spell," complained Gordon Lee.
"Which way, please?" asked Clare, turning half round with the question. "To the right, straight ahead. The likes o' you, young un, might know the way to the lock-up without astin'!" Clare made no answer, but walked obedient. It was a sad procession comical indeed, but too sad when realized to continue ludicrous.
But I ain't ever asted him, and whut's more, I never will. He ain't the kind you could go to him astin' him personal questions about his own private affairs. We-all here in town just accept him fur whut he is and sort of let him be. He's whut you might call a town character. His name is Mr. Dudley Stackpole."
He continued to pray, not relaxing a hair. "Listen to me, dog," said Kitty Silver. "Is you a dog, or isn't you a dog? Whut is you, anyway?" But immediately she withdrew the question. "I ain't astin' you!" she exclaimed superstitiously. "If you isn't no dog, don't you take an' tell me whut you is: you take an' keep it to you'se'f, 'cause I don' want to listen to it!"
Thomas Astin said he knew that she was bewitched I tould him I did not beleue it, for I said I did not beleue there was any witch in the town, he said he knew she was for said he I haue hard say that if a person were bewitched take a naked sword and hould ouer them & they will laugh themselues to death & with yt he took a sword and held ouer her and she laughed extremely.
A rig'lar swell I repeats it a astin' arter a young woman by the name o' Mattie. Sus. Hold your tongue, Bill! You'll kill her! You young viper! Hold your tongue, or I'll twist your neck. Don't you see how white she is? Mat. What was he like? Do tell me, Bill. Bill. A long-legged rig'lar swell, with a gold chain, and a cane with a hivory 'andle. Sus.
Lak as not de sarpint done tricked him into regalin' hisself wid dat apple. But I s'pose you'd lay hit on de germs whut was disportin' deyselves on de apple. But dey ain't no use in 'sputin' dat p'int, 'ca'se de fac' remains dat de apple's done et." "I ain't astin' you to dispute nothin'," cried Amanda, by this time in a high state of indignation.
The only person I knowed in the city was Pete Jenkins, an' if there was one man in the world I didn't have no use fer, it was Pete. But when I don't like folks I try to do somethin' nice fer 'em. Seems like that's the only way I kin weed out my meanness. So I jes' sez to Jim, 'You keep on astin' till you git to No. 6 Injun House, an' then you ast fer Pete Jenkins.
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