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"What I mean, Mistoo Itchlin," resumed Narcisse, preferring to avoid Mary's aroused eye, "what I mean Doctah Seveeah don't un'stan' that kine of business co'ectly. Still, ad the same time, if I was you I know I would 'ate faw my money not to be makin' me some inte'es'. I tell you what I would do with you, Mistoo Itchlin, in fact: I kin baw' that fifty dollah f'om you myseff."
"Ev'body gottah look fur ring. I give a hunner 'n fifty dollah rewar'." Maudie stared at the princely offer. But instantly the commotion was greater than ever. "Ev'body" did what was expected of them, especially Mr. Butts. They flew about, looking in possible and impossible places, laughing, screaming, tumbling over one another. In the midst of the uproar French Charlie lurches up to Maudie.
Gentymen, de knobs is worse de money! Ladies, if you don' stop dat talkin', I will not sell one thing mo'! Et quarante cinque piastres faw-ty-fi' dollah" "Fifty!" cried Narcisse, who had not owned that much at one time since his father was a constable; realizing which fact, he slipped away upstairs and found Madame Zénobie half crazed at the slaughter of her assets.
"Ah, yes! so I heard at least, I would suppose so," replied the doctor, in some confusion. "By the way, you need not remain here. I will visit the wreck alone. You can come back in an hour or so." "Wery well, massah." "But don't forget to come back. I don't want to be left here all night." "Don't worry, sah; I'll be back fo' dat dollah, sah," and Ben grinned. "Oh, yes! I forgot about the dollar.
De gyahd, he cain't go; he willin' sen' de message, but cain't git nobody come nigh enough de place fer to tell 'em what it is. 'Sides, it 'leckshum-day, an' mos' folks hangin' 'roun' de polls. Well ma'am, dis aft'noon, I so'nter'n by, an' de gyahd holler out an' ask me do I want make a dollah, an' I say I do. I ain't 'fraid no smallpox, done had it two year' ago. So I say I take de message."
I'm goin' to sell him for the high dollah, an' the man who gets him at any price . . . you hear me at any price! . . . is goin' to have the laugh on the rest of you fellahs! Aw-l-l right what do I hear? "'Five hundred! says some guy. "'Why, Frank, five hundred won't buy a hair out of his tail . . . what do I hear? says Pappy. "'Two thousand! yells somebody.
Ring do' bell. I say, I say: 'Walk right in, Mista Ridgways. Slip me dollah bill dess like that! Mista Sammerses an' Mista Plummers, an' some nem others, they all show class. Look Mista Sammerses' spectickles made turtle back; fancy turtle, too. I ast Miss Julia; she tell me they fancy turtle. Gol' rim spectickles ain't in it; no ma'am!
"Now jes' listen at you runnin' on. You ain't never axed me what I dremp 'bout yit." "Hit don' make much diffunce to me, less 'n you kin dream 'bout a dollah mo' into my pocket." "Dey has been sich things did," said Sam sententiously. He got up and went out. If there is one thing above another that your professional dreamer does demand, it is appreciation.
You call me names, en as good as spit on me when I comes here, po' en ornery en 'umble, to praise you for bein' growed up so fine and handsome, en tell you how I used to nuss you en tend you en watch you when you 'uz sick en hadn't no mother but me in de whole worl', en beg you to give de po' ole nigger a dollah for to get her som'n' to eat, en you call me names names, dad blame you!
"Of course we savvy, Charlie," said Moran. "You weren't afraid when it came to fighting." "I die pletty soon," said Charlie calmly. "You say you gib me fifteen hundled dollah?" "Yes, yes; that was our promise. What do you want done with it, Charlie?" "I want plenty fine funeral in Chinatown in San Francisco. Oh, heap fine! You buy um first-chop coffin savvy? Silver heap much costum big money.
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