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If yo have a sweet tooth an it's t' way wi moast gells I conno see as it can be onythin else but Providence as gave it yo. So get yorsel soom bull's-eyes, Louie, an an' he looked a little conscious as he slipped the coin into her eager hand 'doan't let on ti your aunt! She'd think mebbe I wor spoilin your teeth, or summat, an, Louie Was Uncle Reuben gone mad?
'Well, that'll be sharp wark for th' eyes if they're gone to Edale, said Jim, with a laugh. 'Its a good step fro here to Edale. 'Aye, an soom o' 't bad ground, said Reuben uneasily 'vara bad ground. 'Aye, it's not good walkin, neets. If they conno see their way when they get to the top o' t' Downfall, they'll stay theer till it gets mornin, if they've ony sort o' gumption.
Suzanne, standing up on the bow of the flatboat, replied to their signs and called with all the force of her lungs every Indian word that God knows where she had learned: "Chacounam finnan! O Choctaw! Conno Poposso!" And the Indians clapped their hands, laughing with pleasure and increasing yet more their gestures and cries. The village, about fifty huts, lay along the edge of the water.
Th' devil seems a howdin me, an I conno pull away, not whativer. T' new minister says, 'Dunnot yo pull. Let Jesus do't all. He's strang, He is. 'Yo're nobbut a worm. But I've naw assurance, Davy, theer's whar it is I've naw assurance! he repeated, forgetting in his pain the unregenerate mind of his companion. David walked on beside him wondering.
'Ah, weel, said the woman with a sigh, 'as I said afore, I'st be reet sorry when Miss Charlotte's seat's gone. But yo conno ha brawlin i' church. William's reet enough there.
The thought of the blue cotton and of her own lost chance seemed to be burning a hole in her. But the stress of his miserable look drew her eyes open whether she would or no, and when she saw him her self-pity overcame her. 'I conno walk, she said, with a sudden loud sob. 'It's my leg. 'What's wrong wi't? said David, inspecting it anxiously.
Yor Majesty! And 'Lias laid his head on one side and listened. In a few seconds a cunning smile stole over his lips. 'Wal, Davy, yo're in luck. He's noan so onwillin, we'st ha him here in a twinklin. Yo may coe him mony things, but yo conno coe him proud. Noa, as I've fund him, Charles Stuart has no soart o' pride about him. Aye, theer yo are! Sir, your Majesty's obleeged an humble servant!
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