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Mist' Richard took gun away from you " "What?" "Oh, I tole him you wasn' goin' use it!" Joe laughed. "But you so wile be din' know what you do. You cert'n'y was drunkes' man I see in long while," he said admiringly.
He articulated with some difficulty, slurring his words to the point of indistinctness at times. "Simple enough," he propounded solemnly. "We've got the gladstone bag here; Miss Dolly's at the hotel that's her papa's bright notion; he thinks she's to be trusted ... Now then, what's the matter with weighing anchor and slipping quietly out to sea?" "Leavin' the dootiful darter?" "Cert'n'y.
An' little Mary Elizabeth why, she's took every last one of 'em an' she's feather-stitched 'em aroun' the edges an' sewed 'em up into a sort o' little book, an' tied a ribbin' bow acrost it. I don't know whether she done it on account o' the teacher's remarks or not but she cert'n'y does prize that pamphlet. She thinks so much of it thet I been advisin' her to take out a fire insu'ance on it.
"He cert'n'y is weaker'n stump-water," she murmured, as she turned her horse's head; "but he's sickly an' consumpted, an' he's jest about the age my Bud would of been if he'd lived." And thinking of her first-born and only son, who died in babyhood, she rode homeward in the dim chill starlight. Tobe, spent and foot-sore, followed warily, carrying the abandoned rifle.
Why, no; of co'se he wasn't goin' to that school cert'n'y not. Ef he had b'longed to that school, they wouldn't 'a' been no question about it. He 'd 'a' thess gradj'ated with the others. An' when he went there with his ma an' me, why, he'll tell you hisself that he hadn't no mo' idee of gradj'atin' 'n what I have this minute.
Such presents were unknown on the plantation. But Lily was a "mannerly" member of good society, if her circle was small, and she was not to be taken aback by any compliment a man should pay her. She simply fanned herself, a little flurriedly, perhaps, with her feather fan, as she said: "You sho' must be jokin', Mr. Pier. You cert'n'y must." But Mr. Pierre was not joking.
Tolley's left, Paul Forster, newly come from New York to be Mr. Chisholm's stenographer and assistant. Paul was the first to leave the table that night. He drank his coffee in three savage gulps, pushed back his crumpled napkin, and rose. "If you'll excuse me " he began. "You're cert'n'y excusable!" said Mrs.
"What's he after?" "I dunno. I only seen him twicet. Las' time he was sneakin' fum de top flo'. But I cert'n'y don' like dat man's looks!" Nothing more was to be learned from Sam. Laurie thoughtfully walked out into the square. He had taken not more than a dozen steps when a voice, strange yet unpleasantly familiar, accosted him. "Good-evening, Mr. Devon," it said. Laurie turned sharply.
"But even supposing the matter had been stirred up and you had been unable to prove that everything was as you wished wouldn't your minister have preached a funeral sermon anyway?" "Oh yas, 'm, cert'n'y. On'y de fun'al he'd preach wouldn't help her to rest in her grave dat's de on'ies' diffe'ence.
"I cert'n'y will," was Joe's opportune remark, and he was pleased to see that it caused the reluctant one to yield. They took a drink. There was quite a line of them. Joe asked the bartender what he would have. The men warmed towards him. They took several more drinks with him and he was happy.
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