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The mother kneeling by its side, kissed again and again the cold, shrunken lips, and sobbed as if her heart would break; while the strong frame of the father shook convulsively, as, choking down the great sorrow which welled up in his throat, he turned away from his boy forever. As he did so, old Pompey said: 'Don't grebe, June, he'm whar de wicked cease from trubbling, whar de weary am at rest.

He snuffled and dried his scanty tears on a red handkerchief, then cheered up and drank his liquor. "It do take all sorts to make a world, an' a man must act accordin' as he'm built," continued Mr. Lyddon. "Ban't no more use bein' angered wi' a chap given to women than 'tis bein' angered wi' a fule, because he's a fule.

After enjoying a quiet hour with the Colonel in the smoking-room, he invited me to join him in a ride over the plantation. I gladly assented, and 'Jim' shortly announced the horses were ready. That darky, who invariably attended his master when the latter proceeded from home, accompanied us. As we were mounting I bethought me of Scip, and asked Jim where he was. 'He'm gwine to gwo, massa.

'Do you think he is dying, Rosey? asked the Colonel, approaching the bedside. 'Shore, massa, he'm gwine fass. Look at 'em. The boy had dwindled to a skeleton, and the skin lay on his face in crimpled folds, like a mask of black crape. His eyes were fixed, and he was evidently going. 'Don't you know massa, my boy? said the Colonel, taking his hand tenderly in his.

You should 'a seen the primmyroses he put in my room last night; I slep' at the parsonage along of us being late. Reddin frowned as if in physical pain. 'And he bought me stockings, all thin, and a sky-blue petticoat. Reddin looked round. He would have picked her up then and there and taken her to Undern, but the road was full of people. 'I couldna go agen Ed'ard! He'm that kind.

Penticost frankly; "but he'm like all men, naught but a cheild that cries for the moon, and a woman as has a heart would sooner see a man getten' what he wants, even when 'tes bad for 'en, than see him eaten' his soul away with longing. There's a deal of satisfaction in maken' our own unhappiness, and a man has that to console him."

" Mister Francis, I desire to know the answer of Monsieur Barbérie's daughter." "Mam'selle no répond, Monsieur; pas un syllabe!" " Drenchers and fleams! The beauty should have been drenched and blooded " "He'm too late for dat, Masser, on honor." " The obstinate hussy! This comes of her Huguenot breed, a race that would quit house and lands rather than change its place of worship!"

It's out by the 'Sleepy Cottage. If ye can get that strange Frenchman to leave you through his grounds, ye never had such shooton' an' fishin as there is a couple of miles up on the other side of them." "Who is the strange Frenchman?" asked the first speaker, as he felt in his vest pocket for a match to light his cigar. "He'm.

"'Took 'e for 'is awn'! Wheer is he, then? Why be you here?" "He'm comin', I tell 'e. He'm a true man, an' he shawed me what 'tis to love." "Bought you, you damned harlot!" She knew the word was vile, but a shred of John Barron's philosophy supported her. "My awnly sin is I've lied to you, faither; an' you've no right to call me evil names." "Never call me faither no more, lewd slut!

Whiles you stuck up for en I felt braave 'bout his comin'; now now Mister Jan have awnly got me to say a word for en. An' you doan't think he'm a true man no more then, uncle?" "Lassie, I wish to God as I did. Time's time. Why ban't he here?" "I doan't dare think this is the end. I'm feared to look forrard now. If it do wance come 'pon me as he've gone 'twill drive me mad, I knaws."