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"Out on you, you flirting critturs!" said she, her indignation provoked, and her sense of propriety shocked by such unworthy behaviour: "Stop thar, you Nell! whar you going? You Sally, you Phoebe, you Jane, and the rest of you! ha'nt you no better idea of what's manners for a Cunnel's daughters?
A faint light from the kitchen shone on the head of the cellar stairs. Aunt Esmerelda hurried up the stairs, panting, with Hortense at her heels. At the top Aunt Esmerelda slammed and bolted the door; then she sank into a chair and mopped her perspiring face. "Do you think it was the 'ha'nt'?" Hortense asked much excited. "Don' speak to me 'bout no ha'nt!" exclaimed Aunt Esmerelda angrily.
"Well, the roast chicken, a box of cigars, some shirts off the line, a suit of Rad's pajamas, a French novel, some brandy, quite a lot of things to eat fresh loaves of bread, preserves, a boiled ham, sugar, coffee oh, any amount of stuff! The niggers simply helped themselves and laid it to the ha'nt.
What more likely than that he had attacked his master in a fit of animal passion; and then, terrified at the result, escaped to the woods? That seemed to me the only plausible explanation. No facts had come out concerning the ha'nt or the robbery, and I do not think that either was connected in the public mind with the murder.
But ef you gits rheumatiz er fever en agur, er ef you er snake-bit er p'isen' wid some yarb er 'nuther, er ef a tree falls on you, er a ha'nt runs you en makes you git 'stracted in yo' min', lack some folks I knows w'at went foolin' 'roun' dat piece er lan', you can't say I neber wa'ned you, suh, en tol' you w'at you mought look fer en be sho' ter fin'."
Things at the plantation seemed to have settled into their old routine. The whereabouts of the bonds was still a mystery, but the ha'nt had returned to his grave at least, in so far as any manifestations affected the house.
And they are almost always ladies, so Phillis says." "What's that?" demanded Russ, puzzled. "It's a ha'nt! It's a lady ha'nt! I do believe it must be!" "Aw, Rose, what you talking about?" demanded her brother, yet secretly quite as much troubled by the strange, eerie sound as she was. "You know that haunts are only make-believe."
Whar all de fool niggers dat done skedaddle 'long o' de Linkum troopers? Splain dat!" He chuckled; a whip-poor-will answered breathlessly. "Dar dat scan'lous widder bird a-hollerin'!" exclaimed the old man, listening. "'Pears lak we's gwine have moh wah, moh daid men, moh widders. Dar de ha'nt! Dar de sign an' de warnin'. G'way, widder bird." Hi!"
He was pale to his very lips and there were strained anxious lines beneath his eyes. "What's the matter, Radnor?" Polly cried. "You look as if you'd found the ha'nt!" He made an effort at composure and laughed in return, though to my ears the laugh sounded very hollow. "I believe this is my dance, isn't it, Polly?" he asked, joining us with rather an over-acted air of carelessness.
An' the nex' is Mount Sinai Tabernicle, he name fer the church where of Aunt BlueGum Tempy's Peruny Pearline takes her sackerment; an' the nex' is First Thessalonians; Second Thessalonians, he's dead an' gone to the Bad Place 'cause he skunt a cat, I don't mean skin the cat on a actin' role like me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln does, he skunt a sho' 'nough cat what was a black cat, what was a ole witch, an' she come back an' ha'nt him an' he growed thinner an' thinner an' weasler an' weasler, tell finely he wan't nothin' 't all but a skel'ton, an' the Bad Man won't 'low nobody 't all to give his parch' tongue no water, an' he got to, ever after amen, be toast on a pitchfork.
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