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Updated: June 19, 2025
Folks dey give Christmas gifts same es de Lawd he give chillun dey des han's out w'at dey's got on dey han's, wid no stiddyin' 'bout de tase. Sakes er live! Ef'n de Lawd hadn't hed a plum sight ter git rid er, he 'ouldn't er sont Ca'line all dose driblets, fo' he'd done sont 'er a husban'." "Husban', huh!" exclaimed Ca'line, with a snort from the fireplace. "Husban' yo'se'f!
Ned grinned from ear to ear, and in the ecstasy of his delight dropped the Colonel's clothes-brush. "Lan' sakes!" he cried, "ef she ain't recommembered." Recovering his gravity and the brush simultaneously, he made Virginia a low bow. "Mornin', Miss Jinny. I sholy is gwinter s'lute you dis day. May de good Lawd make you happy, Miss Jinny, an' give you a good husban' "
Sincerely. "'Nen his wife tole him: "Now we hev jubinee; eat, dlink mek me'y tem!" So I lie on top dissa loof, vay dly, vay hunger; an' ole tem shee her husban' eat subbah an' kip dlink, dlink, an' kiss his wife, an' dlink, an' getta maw an' maw intoshcate. Bye-bye was so intoshcate mus' go slip. Nen his wife he'p him go bed, an' he begin snow." "How's that?" "Begin snow snowul snole!
"When ole miss don' like a pusson, dat pusson had better look out. But I ain't gwine to be sottin' h'yar an' see mis'ry comin' to Miss Annie." "Wot you gwine to do?" asked Isham. "I's gwine ter speak my min' to ole miss. I's gwine to tell her not to do no kunjerin' to Miss Annie's husban'. She gwine to hurt dat little gal more'n she hurt anybody else."
"Who's dead, Sarah Jane?" asked Jimmy, hoping to stem the torrent of her wrath. "Sis' Mary Ellen's las' husban', Brudder Littlejohn dat 's a-who," she replied, somewhat mollified at his interest. "When did he die?" Jimmy pursued his advantage. "He got 'way f'om here 'bout moon-down las' night," she replied, losing sight of her grievance in his flattering interrogations.
Something of the look of a she-panther came into her face, her figure, her attitude. Her eyes lost their mournfulness and blazed a black-red at him. Her whole body seemed ready to spring. "You not touch the girl child!" she half snarled. "I not let you touch her; she mine, though I have no husban'!" "I don't want to touch her, Catharine," he said gently, trying to pacify her.
Dere's wan t'ing in dis worl' mus' live forever, an' dat's love if we kill 'im den it's purty poor place for stoppin' in. I'm cut off my han' for help you, Necia, but I can't be husban' to no woman in fun." "Your foolish head is full of romance," she burst out. "You think you're doing me a favor, but you're not.
"Yes!" exclaimed the woman, commencing to cry again; "an' a husban', too. I don't care much for him, for he's a brute, but Johnny blessed little Johnny oh, oh!" And the poor woman sobbed pitifully. Jude looked uneasy, and remembering his antidote for domestic tears, extracted the bottle again.
She could hab de noo house boy fer a husban'. But ole mis' say, no, Chloe ain' dat kinder gal, en dat Mars' Dugal' should buy Jeff back. "So Mars' Dugal' writ a letter ter dis yer spekilater down ter Wim'l'ton, en tol' ef he ain' done sol' dat nigger Souf w'at he bought fum 'im, he'd lak ter buy 'm back ag'in. Chloe 'mence' ter pick up a little w'en ole mis' tol' her 'bout dis letter.
Now," he continued, as soon as he was seated, "has this house a number?" "Yas, sah," the woman replied, "seventeen, High Street." "And this is the first family I've seen, and the first house," said Hamilton, entering a "1" in both columns. "Now for the head of the family. I think you said something about your husband?" "Yas, sah, Steve, he's my husban'. We done been married six years."
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