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Updated: June 27, 2025
No pore-white trash dar; no lame hosses ner blind mules ner wukked down crap-critters, Jes sleek gentlemen's hosses, all on 'em. "Wal, dey went off atter an hour er two, an' I lay dar jes in a puffick lather o' sweat. I was dat dar skeered, I couldn't sleep no mo' dat ar night, an' I darsn't walk on afore day kase I wuz afeared o' meetin' some on 'em.
I guess they darsn't come nigh my farm down the pond they'd be apt to cotch it right slick, I tell you. They tried to pull the wool over my eyes in the beginnin', an' wanted to be tappin' in my bush as usual, but Zack Buntin' warn't the soft-headed goney to give in, I tell you. So they vamosed arter jest seein' my double-barrel, an' they hain't tried it on since.
Docta vises sea vyge; sides, I got frens in St. John, an business dar, what muss be tended to." "Well, well," said the doctor, "I suppose if you want to go you'll find reasons enough; but at the same time you ought to have let me known before." "Darsn't, sah," said Solomon. "Why not?" "Fraid you'd not let me go," said Solomon, with a broad grin, that instantly was suppressed by a demure cough.
The Boy the Boy the Boy again! She kissed him all over his freckled, round little face. She kissed his hair and his hands and his knees. "Look out; he's wiping them off!" laughed the Patient Aunt. "But you see he didn't wipe mine off." "You didn't kiss me. You darsn't. You ain't my mother," panted the Boy, between the kisses. He could not keep up with them with the back of his brown little hand.
"It's for Miss Balch: she was awfully pleased." She paused and then added, with a queer tremor in her piping voice: "I darsn't have told her I got the idea from one I saw on Julia." Charity raised her eyes listlessly. "Do you still see Julia sometimes?" Ally reddened, as if the allusion had escaped her unintentionally. "Oh, it was a long time ago I seen her with those gaugings...."
"Oh, Miss Lou," she whispered breathlessly, "I des got de orfulest, quarest news, en I darsn't kep hit eny longer. Marse cap'n en Mad Whately gwine ter fight 'bout you fo' sun-up." "What!" "Dey sut'ny is. Dey gwine ter fight one anoder 'bout you wid 'volvers fight ter de deth dey said. I yeared dem troo de dine-room winders." "Oh, Zany! this is horrible!" "Hit mout be wuss. Yo' cousin hot fer hit.
When William Henry won her, I wasn't ever goin' t' let on, but when he got drownded an' Susan had t' hustle t' keep life in her body, I jest out an' begged t' take care of her fur William Henry! I told that lie, Janet, because I darsn't tell her I wanted her fur myself.
'Can't leave guard nohow, says the true grit old hunter, pointing to his revolver, and dodging up and down with his lame leg, a crooked arm, and a seam in his face like a terrible wound there some time or other. 'I darsn't leave guard. You'll find him in that centre tent, with the red flag on it. I lifted the canvas flap of the door and went in.
"Perhaps it is as well that ye wait where ye are for a few days for him, spinding yer laisure in looking for a job. I'm a coochman in the employ of an old rapscallion of a lawyer, who's stingy enough to pick the sugar out of the teeth of the flies he cotches in his sugar-bowl. I darsn't bring ye there, but if the worst comes and ye haven't anything to ate, I'll fix it some way."
But a body can't be pious in a hotel. There's so many aggravatin' people and things that you think swearin', if you darsn't say it out. But I'm a human sort of a heathen, after all, and I feel sorry for you. Now ain't there somethin' I can do for you?"
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