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Updated: June 14, 2025
"'T is an auld sayin' that all manner of dealings be fair in love, an' true no doubt, though I'm a bachelor myself an' no prophet in such matters." "All's fair for certain," admitted John, as though he had not before considered the position from this standpoint. "Ay, an' a darter's welfare lies in her faither's hand.
And then she says to me sez my girl Minty Pop, she sez, 'he's got nothing to live for now but his title, and that he never may live to get, so that I think ye kin jist go, Pop, and fairly and squarely, as a honest man, ask his father to let me hev him. Them's my darter's own words, Sir Robert, and when I tell yer that she's got a million o' dollars to back them, ye'll know she means business, every time."
At any rate Miss Ethel missed the power to give far more than he missed the tobacco; and that from no desire to patronize though perhaps she did like the gratifying glow of that feeling a little but because of the real goodness and generosity at the bottom of her nature. "I'm sure we shall be glad to have such good neighbours," she said pleasantly. "Yes, yes. My darter's family wants for nothing.
"But what happen arter dat, Sooz'n?" "Nuffin happen. Only poor massa he look bery sad, an' says, says he, `Kurnel, I's come to say farewell. It's time enough to speak ob dat when you comes back. It's bery kind ob you to sabe my darter's life, but an' den he says a heap more, but I cou'n't make it rightly out, I was so mad."
"Good morning, ladies," he said in a high trembling voice. "I hear you're going to live here. I hear my darter's a-going to have you for a neighbour. Well! well! Who'd a-thought it?"
So you've come to see my poor darter's body, are you? How werry kind, to be sure! Pray come in, gentleman, an' pray let the beautiful goddess Joker be perlite an' show sich a nice kind wisiter the way upstairs.
You mind this: if it's grawn true an' thrawn true from the plantin', a darter's love for a faither lasts longer 'n any mortal love at all as I can hear tell of. It don't wear out wi' marriage, neither, as I've found, thank God. Phoebe rises above auld age and the ugliness an' weakness an' bad temper of auld age.
"I t'ink it am a puzzler," replied the negro, his face twisted up into wrinkles of perplexity. "I's puzzled to hear dat massa tell a big lie by sayin' he's a beggar, an' den show dat it's a lie by offerin' to pay for de kurnel's darter's dresses. It's koorious, but white folk has sitch koorious ways dat it's not easy to understan' dem. Let's be t'ankful, Sooz'n, you an' me, that we're bof black."
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