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"'Twas your own hastiness. When it came to the pinch, I wasn't equal to the job, so ye couldn't wait for another time, but out with yer pistol, and does it yerself." The wretched man shuddered and covered his face, as McCloskey coolly recounted his murder of Mr. Garie, every word of which was too true to be denied.
Garie, with a smile, "is another illustration of the truthfulness of the old adage, 'Talk of well, I won't say who, 'and he is sure to appear." And, thus speaking, she turned from the window, and was soon deeply occupied in the important work of preparing for the expected little stranger. Mrs. Garie was mistaken in her supposition that Mrs.
"What kind of a person is the teacher?" asked Mrs. Garie. "Oh! she's a charming little creature; the very embodiment of cheerfulness and good humour. She has sparkling black eyes, a round rosy face, and can't be more than sixteen, if she is that old.
Garie, where a fire had been kindled, as the weather was growing very chilly and disagreeable. "It begins to look quite like autumn," said Mrs. Garie, rising and looking out of the window. "The chrysanthemums are drooping and withered, and the dry leaves are whirling and skimming through the air. I wonder," she continued, "if the children were well wrapped up this morning?"
"Oh, yes, that is she," replied Caddy, and ran and opened the door, exclaiming, "Oh, mother, they're come;" and as she spoke, Mr. Garie came into the entry and shook hands heartily with her. "I'm so much indebted to you," said he, "for arranging everything so nicely for us there is not a thing we would wish to alter."
"Well, I knowed it was suffin," said Eph, scratching his head; "suffin with a rod to it; I was all right on that pint but you'r gwine to let him go, ain't yer, massa?" "I suppose, I must," replied Mr. Garie; "but mind now that no accident occurs to young Ramrod." "I'll take care o' dat," said Eph, who hastened off to prepare the horses, followed by the delighted Clarence.
There is no honour in the State to which you might not have aspired with a fair chance of success; but if you carry out your absurd determination, you will ruin yourself effectually." "Well; I shall be ruined then, for I am determined to go. I feel it my duty to carry out my design," said Mr. Garie. "Well, well, Clary," rejoined his uncle, "I've done my duty to my brother's son.
What did put it in your heads to come here to live?" continued Mrs. Ellis. "Oh, cousin George Winston praised the place so highly, and you know how disagreeable Georgia is to live in. My mind was never at rest there respecting these," said she, pointing to the children; "so that I fairly teased Garie into it. Did you recognize George?" "No, I didn't remember much about him.
In a few moments they had crossed the river, and were soon comfortably seated in the cars whirling over the track to Philadelphia. As the conductor came through to examine the tickets, he paused for a moment before Mrs. Garie and the children. As he passed on, his assistant inquired, "Isn't that a nigger?" "Yes, a half-white one," was the reply.
Clarence got on only tolerably with George Stevens; he entertained for him that deference that one boy always has for another who is his superior in any boyish pastime; but there was little affection lost between them they cared very little for each other's society. Mrs. Garie, since her arrival, had been much confined to her room, in consequence of her protracted indisposition. Mrs.
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