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One day when he com'd down to breakfas, he chucked her under de chin, an' tried to put his arm roun' her waist. But she jis' frew it off like a chunk ob fire. She looked like a snake had bit her. Her eyes fairly spit fire.
I met him as I com'd in with the osses, and said he to me, said he, "You'll find captle quarters at the Crown!" 'The deuce! exclaimed Mr. Sponge, dropping the reins on his hack's neck; 'the deuce! repeated he with a look of disgust. 'Why, where does he live? above a very meagrely stocked shop. 'The devil! replied Mr. Sponge, boiling up as he eyed the cottage-like dimensions of the place.
"No, I don't expect you did." "No, I didn't; ef you buys me for a fool you loses your money shore. She said when dey com'd down yere she wanted all de men to hide, for dey'd kill all de men, but dey wouldn't tech de women." "It's no such thing. She's put it all wrong. Why them Yankees are our best friends." "Dat's jis' what I thinks. Ole Miss was jis' tryin to skeer a body.
Dey lib'd wid me in de lower kentry, an' arter de war war ober I stopped wid 'em and helped take keer ob de chillen; an' when dey com'd up yere dey brought me wid 'em. I'se com'd a way I didn't know, but I'se mighty glad I'se com'd." "Does you know dis place?" asked Aunt Linda, as they approached the settlement. "No'n 'deed I don't. It's all new ter me." "Well, dis is whar I libs.
'The gen'leman as is com'd to the Brunswick, I 'spose, replied Tom; 'at least as is comin', for I've not heard that he's com'd yet. 'Oh, but he has, replied Mr. Waffles, 'and I make no doubt will be out to-morrow. 'S o o, observed Tom, in a long drawled note. 'Well, now! do you think you can engage to give us a run? asked Mr.
"I don't know that, I'm not so sure o' that," rejoined the boatswain, stoutly. "You're said to be a obstinate feller, and there's no sayin' what obstinate fellers won't do or will do. But I didn't come here for to argify the question with you, Mister Gascoyne. Wot I com'd here for wos to do my duty; so, now, I'm agoin' to do it."
"Who are you, pray?" said I, with much dignity, although somewhat puzzled; "how did you get here? and what is it you are talking about?" "Az vor ow I com'd ere," replied the figure, "dat iz none of your pizzness; and as vor vat I be talking apout, I be talk apout vat I tink proper; and as vor who I be, vy dat is de very ting I com'd here for to let you zee for yourzelf."
'Sylvia! said her mother, 'who's yonder? Bell was sitting up in the attitude of one startled out of slumber into intensity of listening; her hands on each of the chair-arms, as if just going to rise. 'There's a fremd man i' t' house. I heerd his voice! 'It's only it's just Charley Kinraid; he was a-talking to me i' t' dairy. 'I' t' dairy, lass! and how com'd he i' t' dairy?
"Of course I do," said Robert. "She married Mr. Gundover's Dick. Well, dere warn't much git up an' go 'bout him. So, wen 'lection time com'd, de man he war workin' fer tole him ef he woted de radical ticket he'd turn him off. Well, Jinnie war so 'fraid he'd do it, dat she jis' follered him fer days." "Poor fellow!" exclaimed Robert. "How did he come out?"
The following may be taken as a tolerably fair specimen of the style of the genuine 'sailors' songs: 'It was the seventeenth day of May, in the year 'ninety-six, Our taut frigate the Ajax, she from Plymouth did set sail; Eight days out, com'd a squall from north-east by north, And then by four bells, morning-watch, it did freshen to a gale.
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