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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Yas, bot if you no lak I leek heem, ust you yoomp in und I lat heem run goot for two, t'ree mile. Dot feex heem all right." "I don't know about that. Sure you can hold him?" "Yas, I hol' heem so goot he break hee's yaw off, if he don't stop ven I tol' heem. Now, quvick. Whoa! Yoomp in."
Then he plunged, red-faced and excited, into the circle about the shell manipulators, and offered, to lay a wager. "Hol' on there, Hen Fentriss," thickly objected a flushed young man beside him, "iss my turn." "I'm first. Hartley," returned the other. "You can hold yer bosses a minute, I reckon." "Plenty fer each and all, chents," interrupted one of the shell-men.
She say dar ain’t no hell, an’ ef you an’ de Archbishop an’ de Angel Gabriel come along an’ ’low dey a hell, you all liars,’ an’ he say, ‘Make way dah, I’se a gittin’ out o’ heah; dis ain’t no town fittin’ to hol’ a Sanchun. Make way ef you don’ wants to go to Kingdom come fo’ yo’ time.’ “Well, I ’lows dey did make way. Only Père Antoine, he look mighty sorry an’ down cas’.
Then gendarme take hol' Pepe, and she tell right out she 'fraid for her husban', an' when babee born she go in night an' dig hole an' plant her babee under rosebush. Now, maybe white people say that Pepe jus' like all T'ytee woman."
Sleep, ma baby, de angels want you sho! De angels want you, guess I know, But mammy hol' you, hol' you tight jes' so. "Sleep, ma baby, close youah lil fingahs, Meah, Loo-la, Loo-la, tight about ma fingahs heah, De dawk come close, but baby don' you nebbeh feah, Youah mammy'll hol' you, hol' you till de mawn appeah.
Den she run an' 'gin beatin' on me. "'Hol' on, Ah tells 'er, 'you ain't forgot dat beatin' yit? I done got yo' fish, an' I gin 'er de pahcel. "'Mah boy, mah boy, she say, 'Ah beatin' on yuh kase Ah so proud t' see yuh. Heah Ah done wear black fer yuh, an' gin yuh up fer daid; an' bress de Lawd, heah you is, lak come beck f'm de grave.
'Hol' on! he says. 'That's not a rented pianny, ye daft girl, he says. 'Why, pap-pah, says Molly, 'what d'ye mean? she says. 'That's Wagner, she says. ''Tis th' music iv th' future, she says. 'Yes, says Donahue, 'but I don't want me hell on earth. I can wait f'r it, he says, 'with th' kind permission iv Mrs. Donahue, he says.
En eben den he did n' hol' on long ernuff; fer w'en he tu'nt de cunjuh man loose en he fell ober on de flo', de cunjuh man rollt his eyes at Dan, en sezee: "'I's eben wid you, Brer Dan, en you er eben wid me; you killt my son en I killt yo' 'oman.
Even though he might have suffered a qualm at again beholding the white apparition in the moonlight, his determination to dare the spectre was bolstered by the voice and the manner of the command. "Ah knows who yo' is an' Ah's gwine hol' yo' up! Yo' ain't no ghos'. Dis club'll knock de sure 'nough breff out'n yo'; then we'll see."
"No, but that was the only way they could git er hol' er the gov-nment," answered the colored man. "The colored people bein' in the majority of course had controlin' power, but they were always willin' fer the whites ter rule, an' they did rule.
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