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Updated: June 2, 2025
"I am a-thinking you will be chief cook and bottle-washer at that sarching, for the appintment is at hand. Don't you hear Pilot baying the cunstable?" She sank into her rocking-chair, picked up a gray yarn sock, and began to knit unconcernedly; but in a significant tone, she added, nodding her head: "Hold your own hand, Bedney; don't be pestered about mine. I'll hoe my row; you 'tend to yourn."
But, Dyce, that rabbit's foot was not worth a button; for the very first battle I was in, a cannon ball killed my horse under me, and carried away my coat tail rabbit's foot and all. Don't pin your faith to left hind feet, they are fatal frauds. You are positive, this is the handkerchief Bedney found?
When I came out of the house, she was sitting bareheaded on the front steps, fanning herself with her hat, and while I was untying my horse, she followed Bedney into the library. The blinds were open and I saw her pass the window, walking in the direction of the bedroom." Mr. Churchill: "At that time did you suspect her relationship to your client, Gen'l Darrington?" "I did not."
Dear good soul, she was as true as steel." As Mr. Churchill left the house, Bedney accompanied him to the gate. When he returned, the door was locked.
Bedney picked it up, and we said nothing and laid low, and hid the thing; but that Godforsaken and predestinated sinner, Miss Angeline, kept sarching and eavesdrapping, and set the lie-yers on the scent, and they have 'strained Bedney on peril of jailing him, to perduce it.
I can't help thinking of that poor beautiful white deer, what Marster found crippled, down at our 'Bend' Plantation, that some vagabond had shot. Marster fotch it up home, and of all the pitifulist sights!" Dyce had risen, and covering her face with her white apron, she wept for some minutes. "Are you not the wife of Bedney, who saved my mother's life, when the barn burned?"
There is a constable waiting at the gate, and if he can not persuade you to " "Bedney, step and fetch him in, and let Marse Alfred see the sarching job done up all right." "No, I don't hunt foxes that way.
I would never give it up, if I was chopped to mince meat; but Bedney ain't got no more than enuff backbone for half of a man, and the lie-yers discomfrizzle him so, I could not trust him, when it comes to the scratch. Now that button is worth a heap, and I am precious careful of it. Look here."
They is the only perfession that the Bible is agin, for you know they jawed our Lord hisself, and he said, 'Woe! woe! to you lie-yers. Now, Marse Alfred, if you have made up your mind you are gwine to have that hankcher, it will be bound to come; for if it was tied to a millstone and drapped in the sea, you lie-yers would float it into court; so Bedney, jest perduce what you found."
She knitted assiduously, and looked composedly at her husband, whose lower jaw had suddenly fallen, while his eyelids blinked nervously, as though attacked by St. Vitus' dance. "Only five minutes, Bedney." Mr. Churchill took out his watch, and held it open. "You see, Marse Alfred, I " "I don't see anything but an infernal fraud you two have planned. Only three minutes more.
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