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Lambert, he very good man, and he say to me this morning, he say, 'Gumbo, you tell your master if he want me he send to me, and I come to him." Harry was touched when he heard that Hetty had been afflicted by his misfortune. He did not believe Gumbo's story about her fainting; he was accustomed to translate his black's language and to allow for exaggeration.
Wherever that fascinating Gumbo went, he left friends and admirers in the servants'-hall. I think we said it was on a Wednesday evening he and Mrs. Molly had fetched a walk together, and they were performing the amiable courtesies incident upon parting, when Gumbo's master came up, and put an end to their twilight whisperings and what not.
At any rate, it is as fair a resemblance as the French lion of Bastia and the British lion of 'Gib. Meanwhile those marvellous beings the 'mammies' call 'the city' 'Sillyown, and the pretty, naughty mulatto lady married to the Missing Link termed it 'Sa Leone. I shall therefore cleave to the latter, despite 'Mammy Gumbo's' box inscribed 'Sa leone.
And my father might have remembered the dodge of Histiaeus in Herodotus: he might have shaved Gumbo's head, tattooed the chart on that, and then allowed the natural covering to hide the secret 'on the place where the wool ought to grow." "Titius. Le premier qui supprime un abus, comme on dit, est toujours victime du service qu'il rend. Un Homme du Peuple. C'est de sa faute!
May my cursed fortunes, too, better themselves, is the prayer of "Your honour's afflicted Chaplain-in-Ordinary, J. S." And now, as Mr. Sampson refuses to speak, it will be our duty to acquaint the reader with those matters whereof the poor chaplain did not care to discourse on paper. Gumbo's loquacity had not reached so far as Long Acre, and Mr.
Warrington look as fine and splendid as if he had been stepping into his chair to go to St. James's. Indeed all that love and servility could do Mr. Gumbo faithfully did for his master, for whom he had an extreme regard and attachment. But there were certain things beyond Gumbo's power.
Gumbo's hand sparkled with rings, and his person was decorated with a profusion of jewellery gifts, no doubt, of the fair who appreciated the young African. Once or twice more before breakfast-time the girls passed near that window. It remained opened, but the room behind it was blank. No face of Harry Warrington appeared there.
It was but a few yards, and those poor horses have been beating the pavement all this while in the rain. Mr. Gumbo is engaged at the door in conversation with a countrified-looking lass, who trips off with a curtsey. Mr. Gumbo is always engaged with some pretty maid or other. "Gumbo, has Mr. Sampson been here?" asks Gumbo's master from his driving-seat. "No, sar. Mr.
"Had they come to Virginia," he thought, "I had given them a different welcome!" He was roused from this mood of despondency by Gumbo's grinning face at his door, who said a lady was come to see Master Harry, and behind the lad came the lady in the capuchin, of whom we have just made mention. Harry sat up, pale and haggard, on his bed.
"Ghost what ghost?" says Harry, in a strange agitation. Is anybody is my mother come?" "No, sir; no, Master Harry!" Gumbo's head rolls nearly off its violent convolutions, and his master, looking oddly at him, flings the door open, and goes rapidly down the stair.
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