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Then to Amy she said, with all the motherhood of her ten children in her voice, "Doan' you 'member me, Mandy Ann, what use' to dress you in de mornin', an' comb yer har, an' wass yer face?" "Up, instead of down," Amy said quickly, while everybody laughed instead of herself. "To be shu'," Mandy Ann rejoined. "I reckon I did sometimes wass up 'sted of down.
It may warm up my old brains a little, but if my har is well sprinkled, and the thing is handled lively, it'll pay for tryin'." The perfect candor and coolness of Jim's manner were too much for the unsuspicious spirit of the minister, who thought it all very strange. He had heard of such things, but this was the first instance he had ever seen.
"Are there no papers anywhere to tell us who they were?" Jack asked, and Jake replied, "Thar's papers in de little har trunk whar I keeps de writin' book Miss Dory used, an' de book she read in to learn, but dem's no 'count. Some receipts an' bills an' some letters ole Mas'r Harris writ to Miss Lucy 'fo' they was married, love letters, in course, which I seen Miss Dory tie up wid a white ribbon.
Oh, doocid clever I call it what!" "Er by the way, Brim," said Mr. Stevens, his glance roving toward the open window, "where does he happen to be to-night?" "Where?" repeated Mr. Brimberly, fingering a slightly agitated whisker, "where is Young Har, sir? Lord, Mr. Stevens, if you ask me that, I throws up my 'ands, and I answers you 'eavens knows!
The Exhalations of the Sun draw you to the Moon, Sir? Har. I am condemn'd to the Blanket again. I say, Sir, I was exhal'd up, but in my way being too heavy, was drop'd into the Sea. Doct. How, Sir, into the Sea? Har.
Brewster, shaking her head rebukingly at the small boy who stood on the rockers of his mother's chair, and gripped hold of the back, and so was roughly swayed back and forth with the rocking. "See har, yuh Jim Henderson Halsey git down from thar! Ef Ah ketch yuh, Ah'll skin yer face fer the hop that Ah will!" threatened the mother, trying to reach her young hopeful.
Cler. What do you demand, Friend? Har. Demand, I demand a Crown, Sir. Off. This is very hard Mr. Clerk If ever I saw in my Life, I thought I saw a Gentleman and a Calash. Cler. Come, come, gratify him, and see better hereafter. Off. Cler. Clerk. The Officer looks on him, and stops him again. Off. Hum, I'll swear it is a Calash Mr. Clerk Mr. He changes as before. Enter Officer and Clerk.
"I see," said Frowenfeld; "where may I find Hippolyte Brahmin-Mandarin at this time of day?" Raoul shrugged. "If the pre-parish-ions are not complitted, you will not find 'im; but if they har complitted you know 'im?" "By sight." "Well, you may fine him at Maspero's, or helse in de front of de Veau-qui-tête, or helse at de Café Louis Quatorze mos' likely in front of de Veau-qui-tête.
"'Ee dratted old skunk! That white har o' yourn ain't a-gwine to stay thur much longer ev you don't bring her out. Whur is she? the young queen?" "Al sur," and the Indian points to the south. "Oh! mon Dieu! mon Dieu!" cries Seguin, in his native tongue, and with an accentuation that expresses his complete wretchedness. "Don't believe him, cap!
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