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"Is that you, Sylvy Crane?" said her sister, Hannah Berry. Sylvia did not stop. "Yes, it's me," she stammered. "Good-evenin', Hannah." She tried to pass, but Hannah stood in her way. "What you hurryin' so for?" she asked, sharply; "where you been?" "Where you been?" returned Sylvia, trembling. "Up to Sarah's. Charlotte, she's gone down to Rebecca's. She's terrible thick with Rebecca.
He picked his way carefully to shore and up the bank and reined up his dripping horse in the midst of us with a laugh. "Hats full, pockets full, eh? Good-evenin', naybours, and a merry Christmas, and I'm sure I wish you may get it. Which of 'ee may happen to be Master Ephr'm Lantine?" My father announced himself, and the trooper drew out a parchment and handed it.
In the morning, when in his working-clothes, he had met a friend "Hello, Pete!" "Hello, Henry!" Now, in his effulgence, he encountered this same friend. His bow was not at all haughty. If it expressed anything, it expressed consummate generosity "Good-evenin', Misteh Washington."
This was the staple of his musings; other things less edifying still may be omitted. While he was engaged in this manner he heard a timid knock at his door. "Another visitor? I'm getting popular," he said, and went to open the door. A seedy, forlorn-looking man came in; he took off his shabby hat and held it under his arm. He said, "Good-evenin'," in a tone a little above a whisper.
He shaded his candle with his hand, and the light struck back, showing a strong and rosy and likable face. "Faith!" he said, "an' I thought I was after hearin' a noise. Good-evenin', gentlemen or rather good-morning, for it must be toward cockcrow. What " "It's not so late as that," interrupted Marchmont. "I wish I had your recipe for sleeping, father.
She looked like a bit of the old plantation life, summoned up from the past by the wave of a magician's wand, as the poet's fancy had called into being the gracious shapes of which Mr. Ryder had just been reading. He rose from his chair and came over to where she stood. "Good-afternoon, madam," he said. "Good-evenin', suh," she answered, ducking suddenly with a quaint curtsy.
As these three points of widening shadows approached the golden doorway a hale old negress appeared there, bowing. "Good-evenin', docteh! Good-evenin'! Come in! come in!" She had evidently just retired from a tempestuous struggle to place the room in order, but she was now bowing rapidly. She made the effort of a person swimming. "Don't trouble yourself, Mary," said Trescott, entering.
Heavy drops fell on to her frills, and to avoid them she crossed over under the eyes of the Iseeum Club. Chancing to look up she saw Monsieur Profond with a tall stout man in the bay window. Turning into Green Street she heard her name called, and saw "that prowler" coming up. He took off his hat a glossy "bowler" such as she particularly detested: "Good-evenin'! Miss Forsyde.
She looked like a bit of the old plantation life, summoned up from the past by the wave of a magician's wand, as the poet's fancy had called into being the gracious shapes of which Mr. Ryder had just been reading. He rose from his chair and came over to where she stood. "Good-afternoon, madam," he said. "Good-evenin', suh," she answered, ducking suddenly with a quaint curtsy.
"Ah'd be a fool onyway, if Ah let a wumman scare me the way you did, John. Ah, ha! Here's his reverence now, comin' to tell ye about Muskoky, very like. Ah'll jist be biddin' ye a good-evenin'." He tramped down the steps as the tall form of the minister came into the ring of light. "Fine night," remarked each of the company in turn.
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