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La, who but a madman begging your honour's pardon it's a matter of twenty years since fader lived at Saint Bees, which is twenty, or forty, or I dunna know not how many miles from this part, to the West, on the coast side; and I would not have left Saint Bees, but that fader' 'Oh, the devil take your father! replied I.
Shall Frida never see him again, nor walk with him, nor talk with him? Oh! dear, dear fader, why did you die and leave Frida all alone? I want you, I want you!" and the child burst into a flood of tears.
"Though she'd ha' been that, if it hadn't been for Mary Malone." "She's mine, an' she 'as the marriage lines," said Henry Withers. "An' there's a kid-wich ain't mine born six months after! 'Oo says no kid won't remark, 'Poor Peter Macnamara, 'ee is gone, wich'ee was my fader!" Macnamara trembled; the death-sweat dropped from his forehead as he raised himself up.
He was almost past before she succeeded in making her quivering lips call, "Pacifique!" Pacifique turned with a grin and a cheerful good morning. "Pacifique," said Anne faintly, "did you come from George Fletcher's this morning?" "Sure," said Pacifique amiably. "I got de word las' night dat my fader, he was seeck.
"And mine gracious!" struck in the lad again; "didn't mine fader whip me for dat? He proke up three hickory sticks onto me and kept me dancing out of de cabin and in again, and over the roof, till I vos so disgusted as nefer vos." "How did you explain the absence of the blanket?" asked Jack.
"Nice hot cake, sah, for de capen, and Pomp got fibe more juss done. Dat one for capen, one for Mass' George, one for Pomp fader, one for Pomp. How many dat make?" "Four," I said, in the same mechanical way. "Four, and den dah two more for a-morrow mornin'." "Oh, Pomp," I said, "how can you think of such things now!" "Eh? Cos such boofle fire, and Pomp know where de barl ob flour.
I had one once, they say, but he is dead many a year, and lies buried in the lake, by the side of my mother." "No got broder got a young warrior Love him, almost as much as fader, eh? Very handsome, and brave-looking; fit to be chief, if he good as he seem to be."
He sont fur her one night, an' she jes smiled, bright an' happy like, an' laid right back in de angel's arms; an' he tuck her right along up thu de hebenly gates, an' soon as eber he sot her down, an' her foot totch dem golden streets, de lameness, an' sickness, an' po'ness all come right; an' her fader, an' her mudder, an' her niggers wuz all dar, an' she wuz well an' strong, an' good an' happy.
"Vell!" she exclaimed, "iss it Janice Day? I bane glad to see you. Iss your fader well?" "Oh, Olga!" gasped Janice. "Huh? What iss it the matter?" "We have looked everywhere for you!" "For me? Why for me? I don't vork no more. I keep house for my hoosban'," and Olga smiled broadly. "You you are married to Mr. Sangreen?" asked Janice doubtfully. "I bane married right avay when I left you.
The vision leaped the fence like her father, bounded from her pony as he had done, and rushed into the Wild Man's arms, exclaiming, "Be she here, an' well, dear fader?"
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