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So tremendous and sudden was the result, that Manuela felt more inclined to laugh than cry, though naturally a good deal frightened. Lawrence and Pedro were standing in consultation over the fallen bandit when the negro came back panting from the chase. "Da's wan good job dooed, anyhow," he said. "What's you be do wid him?" "What would you recommend?" asked Pedro.
But give me ten more rupees." At Dana Da's dictation the Englishman wrote nothing less than a formal challenge to the Old Man of the Mountains. It wound up: "And if this Manifestation be from your hand, then let it go forward; but if it be from my hand, I will that the Sending shall cease in two days' time. On that day there shall be twelve kittens and thenceforward none at all.
"No, I didn't, Massa Nadgel," said the negro, the edge of whose flat contradiction was taken off by the extreme humility of his look. "Well," returned Nigel, with a laugh; "you at least gave me to understand that other people said something of that sort." "Da's right, Massa Nadgel kite right. You're k'rect now."
Wentworth, and walking to the bedside of the child, looked at her, and recognized the impress of approaching death. She felt alarmed, but could not remedy the evil. Looking at the child sorrowfully for a moment, she turned away. "Poh chile," she muttered sadly, "she is dyin' sho' and her mammy is gone out. Da's a ting to take place in my room." "Granny," said Ella feebly.
I nevah did see a strange pusson tek anything so hard in all my life, an' den he talk to me, an' he say, 'Now, Sis' Dicey, is you notified any de neighbours yit? an' I said no I hain't notified no one of de neighbours, case I ain't 'quainted wid none o' dem yit, an' he say, 'How erbout de doctah? Is he 'quainted wid de diseased? an' I tol' him no, he des come in, da's all.
The steamboat captain declared that they unloaded the ten thousand feet of boards quicker than any white gang could have done it; and they felt it so little, that, when, later in the night, I reproached one whom I found sitting by a campfire, cooking a surreptitious opossum, telling him that he ought to be asleep after such a job of work, he answered, with the broadest grin, "O no, Gunnel, da's no work at all, Gunnel; dat only jess enough for stretch we."
"There's some one in Mooreville who wants to get us into trouble, and I think I know who it is." At this moment the door was softly opened and a darkey put his head into the room to announce: "Da's a gentleman in de back pa'lor wants to see Moster Rodney." "A gentleman to see me?" repeated Rodney, his surprise and indignation giving place to a feeling of uneasiness. "Who is he? What's his name?"
Frank Woods two weeks ago last Thursday night?" I asked. The boy was trembling. He rolled frightened eyes toward Jackson who was glaring at him. Finally he broke into a wail. "Oh! Pappy Jackson, da's all Ah knows. He tell me he go to de bah an' ef'n anybuddy ask whah he go dat night to sen' em in dah." "Just tell me what you know, George!" I said, motioning the angry Jackson away.
"That's my name," Uncle Matthew replied, smiling at his nephew. "Aye, but!..." "She used to call me 'Matt' before she was married, and for a wee while afterwards, when we were all friends together. Your da's death was a fearful blow to her, and she never overed it. And she thought I was a bad influence on you, filling your head with stuff out of books.
Welton rose, staring at his visitor. "Do you mean to tell me," he cried at last, "that a man hasn't got a right to get into his own land? That they can keep a man out of his own land?" "Da's right," nodded the Frenchman. "But you've been in here for ten years or so to my knowledge." Abruptly the sheepman's calm fell from him. He became wildly excited.
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