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Updated: June 14, 2025
I can't tell ezackly when or how we discovered they was all blind, or near-upon blind. It may ha' been from the unhandiness of their movements an' the way they clutched at us an' at one another as we pulled 'em ashore. Hows'ever, blind they were; an' I don't remember that it struck us as anyways singular, after what we'd been through a'ready.
'Twas right 'tween his shoulders, and it sort o' scrooched him down, and it hurt him in his back and in his feelin's. The Head Man had put that bundle on the man hisself when he was a little bit of a feller. He'd made it out o' flesh and skin and things. It was jest ezackly like the man's body, so 't when it ached he ached hisself. And he'd had to carry that thing about all his born days.
Lawzy me, chile, hit were alway a bright red cotton. I suah member dat color, us dye de cotton right on de plantation mostly. Other close I dont ezackly ricollek, but de mostly dark, no colahs.
He drew closer and spoke in a more emphatic key. "Look here, Spruce! Tell your wife I'll come after luncheon. Do you hear? Af-ter lun-cheon!" Spruce put one hand to his ear and smiled blandly. "Ezackly, sir!
'Well, said Rhona, 'I can't say as I knows why ezackly. But I know she's bin' an' bought beautiful dresses at Chester, or somewheres, an' I think she's goin' to be married the day arter to-morrow. 'Married to whom? 'Well, I can't say as I rightly knows, said Rhona. 'Do you know whether Mr. Cyril is in Wales? I asked. 'Yes, said Rhona, 'him and the funny un are not far from Capel Curig.
She's a powerful strong woman Miss Tranter, an' many's the larker what's felt 'er 'and on 'is collar a-chuckin' 'im out o' the 'Trusty Man' neck an' crop for sayin' somethin' what aint ezackly agreeable to 'er feelin's. She don't stand no nonsense, an' though she's lib'ral with 'er pennorths an' pints she don't wait till a man's full boozed 'fore lockin' up the tap-room.
She hain't cried fer crusts, neither, like Meg-Laundress's twins is always doin'. 'Course, them cakes what th' Apple Kate give her was sweet an' a lot of 'em. The crumbs I et when Bonny Angel fired the bag away was jest like sugar. My, prime! Some day, when I get rich, an' they ain't nobody else a-wantin' 'em, I'll buy myself some cakes ezackly like them was. I will so if they ain't nobody else.
"I didn't ezackly make out what that cymlin-headed feller did it fur," Jimmy Phoebus remarked, in the hold of an old oyster pungy, where he found himself with his mulatto friend and Aunt Hominy and the children, "but the file he fetched me has done its work at last. Yer, Whatcoat," addressing his male fellow-prisoner, "take this knife the same feller slipped me, an' cut these cords."
And then the bright blue suit, the white spats, were reassuring. As if one could ever take such a child seriously about anything! Mr. Zanti shook his head, ruefully. "No, not ezackly a fortune! There was a place I 'eard of, right up in the Basque country 'twas an old deserted garden, where zey 'ad buried treasure, centuries ago I 'ad it quite certainly from a friend.
"But why must you say anything, Bubble, anything of that sort, I mean?" "Oh!" said the boy, "I d' 'no 's I kin say ezackly why, Miss Hildy; but but wal, I swan! I mean, I I don't mean I swan but there now! You see how 'tis, Miss Hildy. Things don't seem to hev no taste to 'em, without you say somethin'." "Let me think," said Hilda. "Perhaps I can think of something that will sound better."
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