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Updated: May 15, 2025
"Now, look yar, Geo'ge, dis won't do. I say it once and for all dis won't do." "I know it won't, Peter," replied the almost heart-broken middy, with a sad smile, "you're very kind. I know you take an interest in me, and I'll try to do better, but I'm not used to spade-work, you know, and "
My! you know what dat means if it found out?" "Well, Miss Sommers herself was good enough to tell me that it would probably mean flogging to death." "Floggin' to deaf!" echoed Peter. "P'r'aps so wid massa, for he's a kind man; but wid most any oder man it 'ud mean roastin' alibe ober a slow fire! Geo'ge, you's little better'n a dead man!"
"Didn't I say I was 'bleeged to do it?" retorted Peter, with a pout that might have emulated that of his wife on the occasion of their engagement. "D'you s'pose dem raskils don' know a real kick from a sham one? I was marciful too, for if I'd kicked as I could, dere wouldn't be a whole bone in your carcass at dis momint! You's got to larn to be grateful, Geo'ge. Come along."
"Why, sho'ly, Mars Geo'ge, you could take keer er her better 'n I could better 'n anybody could co'se you could!" Mars Geo'ge was white and rich, and could do anything. Plato was proud of the fact that he had once belonged to Mars Geo'ge.
You shall have a dollar, and I'll ask her to let you go home with her the next day. But you mustn't say a word about it, Plato, or you won't get the dollar, and I'll not ask the teacher to let you go home with her again." "All right, Mars Geo'ge, I ain't gwine ter say no mo' d'n ef de cat had my tongue." Rena was unusually fatigued at the close of her school on Wednesday afternoon.
"You don't look as if you did, Geo'ge," said a deep voice beside him. George started up with a face of scarlet. "Peter!" he exclaimed fiercely, "did you hear me speak? What did you hear?" "Halo! Geo'ge, don't squeeze my arm so! You's hurtin' me. I hear you say somet'ing 'bout plotummik lub, but what sort o' lub that may be is more'n I kin tell."
She allowed him to weep on, though she kept saying, "Geo'ge, Geo'ge," softly, and stroking his knee with the hand next him. When his sobbing stopped, she said, "I guess they've had a pleasant visit; but I'm glad we'a together again." He took up her hand and kissed the back of it, and then clutched it hard, but did not speak.
"Hoddy, Mars Geo'ge!" he exclaimed, bobbing his head and kicking his heel out behind in approved plantation style. "Hello, Plato," replied the young man, "what are you doing here?" "Gwine ter school, Mars Geo'ge," replied the lad; "larnin' ter read an' write, suh, lack de w'ite folks." "Wat you callin' dat w'ite man marster fur?" whispered a tall yellow boy to the acrobat addressed as Plato.
She came to ask about her poor father, and I saw that she is far too young to think of falling in love at all. What I said was that I have fallen hopelessly in love, and that as I cannot hope that she will ever be be mine, I have made up my mind to love her hopelessly, but loyally, to the end of life, and serve or die for her if need be." "Oh! das all right, Geo'ge.
During the period of Peter's absence the poor youth felt the oppression of his isolated condition keenly. He sank to a lower condition than before, and when his friend returned, he was surprised to find how much of his happiness depended on the sight of his jovial black face! "Now, Geo'ge," was the negro's first remark on seeing him, "you's down in de blues again!"
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