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"Dere's a lady in de parlor, Miss Stanhope," said Chloe, meeting them at the gate; "kind of lady," she added with a very broad smile, "come to call on you, ma'am, and Miss Elsie too." "We'll just go in without keeping her waiting to take off our bonnets," said Aunt Wealthy, leading the way.
She ain't downstairs so you can figure the rest out the same way I do." "De woman was kiddin' youse!" Rhoda Gray, alias Gypsy Nan, cackled derisively. "Dere ain't nobody here but me." "We'll see about that!" said Rough Rorke shortly. "Strike a light!" "Aw, strike it yerself!" retorted Rhoda Gray. "I ain't yer servant! Dere's a candle over dere on de washstand against de wall, if youse wants it."
"Well, what of that?" "What ob dat! why, you'll write a letter to your fadder. It'll go by de steamer to Batavia. He gits it long before we gits home, so dere's plenty time for 'im to take haction." "But what good will writing to my father do?" asked Nigel in a somewhat disappointed tone. "He can't help us." "Ho yes, he can," said Moses with a self-satisfied nod.
Were there any who had reason to dislike him; had he made love to any of them? "Hugo make lofe to any gals in Carcajou!" exclaimed Stefan, holding a burning match in his fingers and letting it go out. "Hugo don't nefer make lofe to nobotty. Dere's McGurn's gal over to the store as looked like she vanted bad to make lofe to him; alvays runnin' after Hugo, she vos.
Dere's wan t'ing in dis worl' mus' live forever, an' dat's love if we kill 'im den it's purty poor place for stoppin' in. I'm cut off my han' for help you, Necia, but I can't be husban' to no woman in fun." "Your foolish head is full of romance," she burst out. "You think you're doing me a favor, but you're not.
"Sir," said the old pilot, who observed the contortions of mirth by which I was moved, "vil you have some schnapps? I dink schnapps is goot for de sea-sick." "Thank you," said I, the tears streaming from my eyes, "I won't have any just now." "Vel, 'twon't last long, any how," suggested the good-natured monster. "By'm-by we be up to Vaxholm in pout two hours. Dere's land! Don't you see it?"
He passes out da word dat dere's to be nuttin' doin' tonight, tomorrow night or until he says 'go." "When did he give these orders, before or after Gibson came back?" asked Brennan. "After," replied Murphy. "And there'll be nuthin' doin', see?" "All right, Murphy. Keep on the lookout and drop in tomorrow and we'll fix you up for this." "I gotcha," said Murphy.
Dere's Darry, and Pete Pete, he say de meetin' de oder night war 'bout de best meetin' he eber 'tended; he wouldn't miss it for not'ing in de world; he's sure; and dere's ole 'Lize; and de two Jems no, dere's tree Jems dat is ser'ous; and Stark, and Carl and Sharlim " "Sharlim?" said I, not knowing that this was the Caffir for Charlemagne. "Sharlim," Maria repeated.
Some ob dese folks calls em nigger teachers, an' won't hab nuffin to do wid 'em, but I jis' thinks dey's splendid. But dere's some triflin' niggers down yere who'll sell der votes for almost nuffin. Does you 'member Jake Williams an' Gundover's Tom? Well dem two niggers is de las' ob pea-time. Dey's mighty small pertaters an' few in a hill."
"Wal," he began, nervously, clearing his throat, "it's lak' dis. Dere's feller been talk some 'bout Necia, an' it ain' nice talk neider." "Who is he?" exclaimed the soldier, in a tone that made the girl's heart leap. "Wait! Lemme tol' you w'at he say, den we'll talk 'bout feex 'im plaintee.
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