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Delicately as it was conveyed, I understood the insinuation. "Ho! Aurore must be beautiful, then? Is it so, friend Scipio?" "Mass'r, 'taint for dis ole nigger to judge 'bout daat; but folks dey say bof white folks an black folks daat she am de best-lookin' an hansomest quaderoom in all Loozyanna." "Ha! a quadroon?"
Gliding a few steps nearer brought to the quick ear a resounding snore, accompanied with a warning growl from, the bloodhound. "I des fix 'em bof fo' I froo," and the brawny hand clutched with greater force the heavy club it carried. "Nex', some dem fellers mus' be tole ter he'p," and Chunk crept away to the quarters.
He has been known to say, with a solemnity that might tickle the humorous and horrify the timid, that he wouldn't "hab dat game leg made straight agin! no, not for a hundred t'ousand pounds. 'Cause why? it was an eber-present visible reminder dat once upon a time he had de libes ob massa and Nadgel in his arms ahangin' on to his game leg, an' dat, t'rough Gracious Goodness, he sabe dem bof!" Ha!
Make all tings stashionary. Den dar's one ting more. Tell de goberment to do fur poor darky 'nodder ting, make de ole massa say to me, You's been good slave in ole times, berry good slave; now I gib you one, two, tree, five acres of land for yoursef. Den ole nigger be happy, and massa be happy too; den bof of um bees happy. Hab you a leetle bacca fur dis ole man?"
"I sometimes think it did," said Duke with unusual humility. "I think it must have been that I wouldn't listen. You would have listened, sister. It was much more my fault than yours. I shall tell that." "No, no, it was bof our faults," said Pamela. "But I fink Grandpapa and Grandmamma will be so very pleased to have us that they won't care whose fault it was."
"I ain't lef' him more'n a minit. He sent me down hisself. One o' his cunnin' ways to get rid o' me when he's at de wust. Opium 'n whiskey, dats what gets him dis way. Bof togedder a-gwine ter kill him some dese days, 'n de opium am de wustest. For de Lord's sake some o' you gen'men cum 'n hep me till I git him quieted down."
"Robby, honey," said Aunt Linda, "when you gits a wife, don't treat her like dat man treats me." "Oh, his head's level," answered Robert; "at least it was in the army." "Dat's jis' de way; you see dat, Miss Iola? One man takin' up for de oder. But I'll be eben wid you bof. I must go now an' git ready." Iola laughed.
"No, no, Massa Nadgel 's not dat. But he was awrful fond ob his wife an' darter, an' I know he's got a photogruff ob 'em bof togidder, an' I t'ink he'd sooner lose his head dan lose dat, for I've seed him look at 'em for hours, an' kiss 'em sometimes w'en he t'ought I was asleep." The return of the hermit here abruptly stopped the conversation.
"Yo' jes come along outen this night air, bof of yo', an' have yo' suppah. Come on along, Miss Ann. Come on along, yo' young Miss Natalie." "Just a minute, mammy; in just a minute," gasped Natalie. "You go put supper on the table." Then she rose to her feet, and drew her mother up to her. "Kiss me," she said and smiled. She was suddenly strong again with the strength of youth.
"Who yo' mean mah master?" he replied in surly tone. "I wish to see Mr. Haredale or Captain Danby." "No sich names hyah!" "Well then, I want Mr. Trenchard." "Who's yo' se'f to see Mas'r Trenchard?" "I am an acquaintance of his." "Well, ah don' know yo' face, so ah guess dey's bof' out fo' you an' so's yo'se'f an' can stay out, fo' shure."
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