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"Wal, now, railly, I declar ef I wan't thinkin o' that very spot myself. An I war thinkin, as I war a comin up the bay, that that thar isle of the ocean was about the only spot belongin to this here bay that hadn't been heerd from. An it ain't onlikely that them shores could a tale onfold that mought astonish some on us. I shouldn't wonder a mite." "Nor me," said Bennie, gravely.
'Tain't a location for soft hands an' handsome clothes, I guess; an' I declar ef I don't think I ever saw gentlemen Britishers git along so remarkably smart as yerselves: but ye hain't been above work, that's a fact.
Wen he right afore de balc'ny his voice rung out like a trumpet, 'Right 'bout, face. 'Sent arms. I dun declar dat 'fore we could wink dey was all in line frontin' us wid dere guns held out. Den he s'lute her wid his sword an' she take a red rose fum her bosom an' trow it to him an' he pick it up an' put it to his lips; den it was 'Right 'bout!
Thur's witnesses o' both sides yur own beauties down yander; an' some hyur o' a better sort, I reck'n. Afore them, I call on ye to declar that yur proofs wur false, an' that I'm innocent o' the crime o' murder!" There was a profound silence when the speaker finished. The strange and unexpected nature of the demand, held every one in breathless surprise.
But the woman stooped to shake a child that was tugging at her dress, and talked on in her drawling voice, while a greedy interest gave life to her worn and sallow face. "How long do you think of stayin'?" she asked curiously, "and do you often take a notion to walk so fur in the dead of night? Why, I declar, when I looked out an' saw you I couldn't believe my eyes. That's not Mr.
Tear away from his native rock your Switzer, your Tyrolean, your Basque, your Montenegrin, and all alike are stricken with homesickness beyond speech or cure. At the first chance they will return, and thenceforth will cling to their patrimonies, however poor these be. So, too, our man of the Appalachians. "I went down into the valley, wunst, and I declar I nigh sultered!
On this occasion she fastened it with the black velvet bows, and arrayed herself in the white dress Mrs. Jimmels had given her. "I declar, Amarilly," exclaimed her mother, "I believe you're agrowin' purty!" Amarilly's eyes danced, and she gave her mother a spontaneous and rewarding hug. She didn't do her own ushering this time, and was consequently seated most inconspicuously near the entrance.
"I do declar' to goodness, I done goan to kill dat cat some of these days. Just wait till I ketch her, I'll tie a peppah box to her tail!" "Hark!" said the cat. "I wonder who is giving that long, penetrating whistle. Oh, I know now whose dog that was!
An' all fur spite, fur he hev got nuthin' ye want now. An' I gin him up an' lef him lonely, an' all fur you-uns. Ye air mean, Abs'lom Kit-tredge, an' I'm the mos' fursaken fool on the face o' the yearth!" He tried to speak, but she held up her hand in expostulation. "Nare word fur I won't answer. I do declar' I'll never speak ter ye agin ez long ez I live." He flung away with a laugh and a jeer.
Brewster kindly, taking the twisted black strings to undo the knot that was tightly tied under a heavy double chin. "Ah declar t' goodness, Miss Brewster, ef you-all hain't too good! Ah'll jest set t' git my second wind, an' then Ah'll tek right hol' of things!" gasped Sary. "Don't hurry yourself. Just cool off and then you'll feel better after such a long ride.
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