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Altogether he looked some like a sunflower goin' to seed. "'Who's that barber's sign when it's to home? says I to Jonadab. He snorted contemptuous. "'That? he says. 'Don't you know the cut of that critter's jib? He plays pool "for the house" in Web Saunders's place over to Orham. He's the housekeeper's steady comp'ny steady by spells, if all I hear's true. Good-for-nothin' cub, I call him.
'Now you catch it, says he, 'you lazy villains; I tole you so many a time I tole you Massa he lose all patience wid you, you good-for-nothin' rascals. I grad, upon my soul, I werry grad; you mind now what old Lavender say anoder time. The black overseers are always the most cruel," said the Clockmaker; "they have no sort of feeling for their own people.
Wynn, where he stood by the taffrail. 'There's that poor young lady strivin' and strugglin' to regulate them big boxes, an' her good-for-nothin' father an' brother smokin' in the steerage, an' lavin' everything on her. Fine gintlemin, indeed! More like the Injins, that I'm tould lies in bed while their wives digs the praties!
Captain Cy scratched his chin. Asaph, gazing open-mouthed at the trumpet, stirred in his chair. Mrs. Beasley swooped down upon him like a gull on a minnow. "And you!" she shrieked. "You! a miserable little, good-for-nothin', lazy, ridiculous, dried-up . . . Oo oo OH! You call yourself a town clerk! YOU do! I I wouldn't have you clerk for a hen house!
You've got too much of your good-for-nothin " Captain Lote pulled up short, cleared his throat, and went on: "You've got too much 'poet' in you," he declared, "that's what's the matter." Albert leaned forward. "That wasn't what you were going to say," he said quickly. "You were going to say that I had too much of my father in me." It was the captain's turn to redden. "Eh?" he stammered.
In other words, you're an outlaw; a soft-spoken, lazy, good-for-nothin' road-agent. An' though Socorro ain't never had anything on you before, it knows you had a hand in robbin' the express office last night. An' it's " "You're a damn " " like playin' a king-full against three deuces that you done the trick.
"'Twarn't none o' my business, and I told Martha so, and 'tain't none o' my business now, but I'd rather die than tell a lie or scandalize anybody, and so if ye ask me if I saw 'em I'll have to tell ye I did. I don't believe, howsomever, that Miss Jane went away to oblige that good-for-nothin' or that she's ever laid eyes on him since. Lucy is what took her. She's one o' them flyaways.
There! I declare if that good-for-nothin' Chevalita isn't callin' me again!" She retired precipitately into the house, and her ruse was apparent; her quick ears had caught, not the voice of her criada, but the sound of a pinto's hoofs on the road, and she recognized its portent as did the girl in the shadows.
"Well," grumbled the other, "I don't hold with pickin' up tramps in the road, but I'm sick of handin' out good money to them loafers at the dock to unload, an' I ain't got a hired man to take along no more; they're allus lazy, good-for-nothin' fellers that eat more'n they work out, let alone their wages goin' sky-hootin'!"
But the reappearance of this particular story in such remote times and places, and with such marked similarities and variations, would entitle it to a place among the indestructible popular legends collated by Mr. Baring-Gould in his Curious Myths of the Middle Ages. "Metildy, you are the most good-for-nothin', triflin', owdacious, contrary piece that ever lived."
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