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She cared for my mother, a lonely outcast, and braved death herself to go to her when she was dying of the fever. God bless her!" Lindy was standing in the doorway. "Lan' sakes, Marse Nick, yo' gotter go," she said. He rose and pressed my fingers. "I'll go," he said, and left me. Lindy seated herself in the chair. She held in her hand a bowl of beef broth.
"Now you think over what I've said," his aunt called after him. "Ye've gotter git a wife soon, however ye manage it. 'Twon't be so hard if ye're reasonable. Don't stay out as late as ye did last night. Ye coughed all night. Where was ye down at the shore?" "No," said Roger, who always answered her questions even when he hated to. "I was down at Aunt Isabel's grave." "Till eleven o'clock!
Dey throw us out, an' dey won't let us vote, an' we-all know we gotter right to vote. Dey say a nigger ain't fitten ter do nothin' but wu'k, wu'k, wu'k. Nigger got good a right to live de way he want ter as de white man is. Now it's time fer change. De Queen, you-all knows, she done say de time come fer a change." A low growl, as from the throats of feeding beasts, greeted this comment.
"I 'member hearin' Cap'n Am'zon tell 'bout a dry spell like this," began Cap'n Abe, leaning his hairy fists upon the counter. "Twas when he was ashore once at Teneriffe " "Don't I hear Mandy a-callin' me?" Milt Baker suddenly demanded, making for the door. "I gotter git over home myself," said Cap'n Joab apologetically. "Me, too," said Washy, rising. "'Tis chore time."
At eight o'clock that night I was on the porch when a man came tearing up to the fence, almost fell off a bicycle, vaulted the rail, and came running over the grass. "Got a telephone?" he said. "Yes," said I, with the answer frightened out of me. "Gimme a match," said he. "I've gotter have a cigarette. Hold on, I got one." He lit it.
"Are you waiting for me Mr. James Nicholson?" I asked. He looked me up and down in a kind of familiar fashion that distinctly failed to appeal to me. "That's right," he said. Then as a sort of afterthought he added, "I gotter trap outside." "Have you?" I said. "I've got a couple of bags inside, so you'd better come and catch hold of one of them."
They's a dollar 'n thirty-five cen's a gallon befo' the stuff's lef' yo' sto'house. 'N what payin' market c'n ye fin' fo' hit when any feller who wan's c'n get all the moonshine he needs fo' a dollar or a dollar 'n a quarter a gallon? Oh, Ah tell you, 'f ye wan' to make any money with a gover'men' still ye gotter have a switch-off that the gauger cain' fin.
Reckon we be alright here, but waugh! we’ve gotter watch tha’ black wolf pack!—yes and also that young Indian whose ram you shot; it seems he looks after the wolves and sees to it that they are fastened up in their corral. I wouldn’t want him to be sort of careless, you know.” What a dining room that was! All of logs, high ceilinged, with smoked rafters stained like an old meerschaum pipe.
Hardy turned to his daughter. "Nothing to keep us here any longer. Come on, Angy." "Come, 'Red," said the girl, as she started to follow her father. What else was there to do? Even though it was Angela who called to him, "Red's" allegiance was for the moment elsewhere. "I gotter stick by him," he said, looking at Gilbert. "No," said Gilbert. "This is something I've got to settle alone.
You're not lost, I suppose? You knows your way home?" "Ugh!" the Indian grunted, taking a step nearer and glancing curiously at the plan. "Dessay you've got no savee fer what I'm tellin' you," Rube went on, signing a dismissal, "but I can't help that. You gotter quit, see? Go away. Make yerself scarce. Vamoose."
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