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Updated: May 10, 2025
"Neber yeared de win' howl dataway befo'," the negroes answered, as in a mass they drifted back to the quarters. Perkins was not only aware of his condition but was only too glad to have so good an excuse for not searching the cemetery. Scarcely had he been left alone, however, before he followed the negroes, resolved upon companionship of even those in whom he denied a humanity like his own.
You can't deceive a child. Vilet knows better than you do." "Shuah now, does you tink it's dataway?" and Aun' Sheba looked up with hope in her eyes. "Of course we think it's that way," said Ella. "Aun' Sheba, you know a heap, as you say, about many things, but you don't half know how good you are." "I know how bad I is anyhow. I tells you I was in a dozin' sleep."
"I been dreadin' dis moment, whenas you firs' see Marse Wes in his anger. Zenas an' me, we's use to it. Marse Wes dataway; som'n go wrong he fly off de handle. Zenas ain't mislay no pitchfo'k I seed Marse Wes mahse'f wid dat pitchfo'k dis mawnin'. But eve'y once in a while he git a temper fit an' blow off he mouf like dat. Sometimes he strike some-buddy but he doan often strike Zenas.
"Now, Aun' Sheba, you are doing wrong," said Mrs. Bodine, gravely and earnestly. "The Lord has been very patient with you more so than I would be. If I had made you promises and you kept saying, 'I don't feel sure about them, I'd give you a piece of my mind." "Lor, missus, how you puts it! Is it dataway?" "Certainly." "Well, den, I jes takes myse'f off 'bation.
But I had no appetite. "I'm mighty glad I brung yo' pistols, too, kaze dey's sump'n wrong gwine on 'roun' here. I seed two er th'ee men prowlin' roun' in de bushes ez I come 'long. Marse Cally, how come you ter leave yo' pistols in yo' saddle? You ain't been a-doin' dataway. I speck dat ar little man you had up in front er you had sump'n ter do wid it."
As Aun' Sheba was departing that morning, Mara followed her into the hallway, and, placing a note in her hand, said, "Give that to Mr. Clancy and to no other. Say nothing to him or to any one else. Do you understand, Aun' Sheba?" "I does, honey. Wen you talk dataway you'se heah an eyster shoutin' 'fore Aun' Sheba speak."
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