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"I was born close to Natchez, Mississippi. Grandma was sold at Wickerson County, Mississippi. They took her in a wagon to Jackson, Tennessee. She was mother of two children. They took them. She was part Indian. She was a farm woman. Her name was Dicy Jackson. They sold her away from the Jacksons to Dobbins. She was a house woman in Jackson, Tennessee. She said they was good to her in Tennessee.
Nay, eyes shall not be secure under such circumstances; and Nan's fingers shall be in Doll's hair, and Doll's claws in Nanny's cheeks, whenever it shall so happen, that Tom Jenkins shall incline to Nan, or John Dobbins to Doll. Such a disparity between the sexes is one of the most fruitful causes of domestic war." "Warham, where do you think to go when you die?"
Frank was genuinely glad to escape from the gloomy influence Miss Brown cast on everything bright and happy about her. At another part of the platform was Mace, the jeweler. He had a sullen frown on his face, and he fixed his glance on Frank as though his eyes were boring him through and through to discover the missing diamond bracelet. The wrecking of old Dobbins' house had remained a mystery.
Dobbins trouble him while he is in his weak condition.. I feel quite sure you will do this." "Ye want me to spare 'im, do ye?" Farrington blurted out. "Spare the man who has injured me above measure!" "Indeed! And in what way?" Nellie applied. "In what way? do ye ask. Why, didn't he outbid me in the Frenelle homestead?
Here Bill Dobbins and his wife lived during the summer months while work was being carried on in the granite quarry. Their real home was elsewhere, so this rude structure was all that they required during their temporary stay at the quarry. Eben waited for a few minutes outside, uncertain what to do. At length he turned and made his way slowly back to the road, and down the track to the river.
Father Dobbins for that is the name by which this old codger was known to the boys was, as might be expected, very proud of his new acquisition and quite blind to the contrast it offered to his fringed-out trouser-legs. He had a smile on his face which broadened as he caught Sweetwater's sympathetic glance. "Fine day," he mumbled. "Are ye wantin' somethin' of me that ye're comin' this way?"
Poor girl, she did not know how fast she was nearing trouble herself. The master, Mr. Dobbins, had reached middle age with an unsatisfied ambition. The darling of his desires was, to be a doctor, but poverty had decreed that he should be nothing higher than a village schoolmaster. Every day he took a mysterious book out of his desk and absorbed himself in it at times when no classes were reciting.
"But I had no hand in anything of the sort," declared Frank stoutly. "Let it pass, Frank, let it pass," chuckled Dobbins unbelievingly. "You see, when I came to look over the old ruins I come to where the old storeroom wall had busted out. You know it's always been a mystery to me what had become of my wife Sairey's scrapings and earnings?" "I've heard you tell so yes," nodded Frank.
"We shall need you before long, if I'm not much mistaken, so be ready." Dobbins had scarcely left the office when Lois and Margaret arrived. "My, how the morning has gone!" Mr. Westcote remarked as he greeted Lois with a hearty shake of the hand. "I suppose we had better get down to business at once, as no doubt you wish to go home this afternoon.
When the Horses were Lashed, to make 'em pull Lustily, the Fine Ladies at the windows fluttered their Fans, and, in their sweet little Court Lingo, cried out compassionately, "Oh, les pauv' Zevaux!" "Oh, the poor Dobbins!" They didn't say any thing about a poor Damiens.
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