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Updated: June 13, 2025
Mony a time hae I said concerning him, in the words o' Butler "Latin to him's no more difficil, Than for a blackbird 'tis to whistle." The classics, indeed, were his particular hobby; and, though I was proud o' Sandy, I often wished that I could direct his bent to studies o' greater practical utility.
I would get him a suit of clothes, and he would not take either; but talked about some silly penance he was undergoing." "Saul, then, your honor, he may be a fule in ither things, but de'il a ane of him's a fule in the sceence o' buttany.
Look at him, Mummy, she urges as the woman still kneels with lowered head, 'him's name is Paul. She raises her head at the name, and he starts back on seeing her face and looks at her for a moment with astonishment. 'Clotilde, at length he says, and his voice is low, 'you here. Her head is once more bowed 'You here, he repeats, 'here at the grave of your child and' with a slight pause 'mine.
The Senhor Antonio stood close behind the Irishman, with his arms folded and a sarcastic smile on his countenance. "Don't send it down him's throat," yelled Sambo. "Hi-i, dat's de vay to swing um round. Stir um up, boys! poke um up, villains, hi!"
So far, that's right, if the blood of him's not an you. But there's one thing more to be done: will you walk over undher the eye of God, an' touch the corpse? Hould back, neighbors, an' let him come over alone: I an' Owen Reillaghan will stand here wid the lights, to see if the corpse bleeds."
She sighed, but her voice was steady as she replied: "Bimeby him come," she said. "'Ess. Bimeby him come." But the boy's agreement lacked conviction. A moment later, with his big eyes turned to the southeast, the way he had seen the expedition set out, he went on: "Boy's Pop didn't come. An-ina said him's do. Boy's Mummy go 'way 'cos Uncle Steve said her does. Uncle Steve hims all goes, too.
I vas know that she vas a little, very little girl, and prentice to one seiltanzer, when my lady yonder had the good luck to buy her." "A seiltanzer!" said Peveril; "what do you mean by that?" "I mean a rope-danzer, a mountebank, a Hans pickel-harring. I vas know Adrian Brackel vell he sell de powders dat empty men's stomach, and fill him's own purse. Not know Adrian Brackel, mein Gott!
"Why, massa, you do forget a leetle, dat I am a Creole negro, and not a naked tatooed African, whose exploits, dat is de wonderful ting him never do in him's own country, him get embroidered and pinked in gunpowder on him breach; beside, I am a Christian gentleman like youshef; so d n mumbo jumbo, Massa Cringle." I saw where I had erred.
'N 'f ye do that, ye might's well's, far's yo' morals is concerned, do hit all moonshine 'n save those ex-penses Ah listed fo' ye right now." "Ah s'pose yo' right," assented Bud. "Blockadin's blockadin', whether ye do hit by moon or day. Do you-all 'low Calkins might inform on us?" "Him's runs the still back o' Buck? Ah don' guess so.
'I dun know, he said in a high treble voice, 'I dun know whether I speak for anybody but myself very likely not; but what I do know, and he raised his right hand and shook it with a gesture of curious felicity, 'is this what Mr. Elsmere starts I'll join; where he goes I'll go; what's good enough for him's good enough for me.
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