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Updated: September 14, 2025
She must manage alone somehow, she and faithful black Mandy to whom her mother was still the "li'l Missy" of long years ago, the "l'il Missy" of the happy days on the southern plantation. For two years they had succeeded, but by what sacrifices to themselves no one would ever know.
"You a meesis?" he asked. "Ram Das say l'il meesis." "I'm little meesis," Norah said promptly. It was the old man's title for her. "Did Ram Das send you?" "Him send me," said the man, with evident pleasure in finding the word. He struggled again for English, but finally gave it up, and held out his left hand to her silently. "Why, you're hurt!" Norah said. "Is that why Ram Das sent you?"
Een de wintaire, A'm so Godamn hot A'm lak for die. Non! A'm com' way from dere. A'm goin' Nort' an' git me nodder job w'ere A'm git som' wataire som'tam'. Mebbe so git too mooch col' in wintaire, but, voila! Better A'm lak I freeze l'il bit as burn oop!" The Texan laughed. "I don't blame you none. I never be'n down to Yuma but they tell me it's hell on wheels. Go ahead an' deal, Pedro."
But here another strange noise drew our eyes up the lane, as an old man in a smock-frock a pensioner of the estate, and by name John Worthyvale came hobbling round the corner and down the hill towards us, using his long-handled road hammer for a staff and uttering shrill tremulous cries of rage. "Vengeance, Sir John! Vengeance for my l'il heap o' stones!"
When dark come, me swim to l'il island and give owl call two times, then stop soft in middle. Long 'go in Injun village that mean: 'panther, come quick, gun, Echochee will hear and 'member. Good. Then we talk and fix all up. First we see if Efaw Kotee put out guard."
Now you smoke; then we go 'sleep l'il while." Sleep! How could I sleep while she was within three miles of me, surrounded by ten or a dozen devils the combined virtues of whom would not fill a gnat's eye! Of course, she had lived in this situation for years, but I had not heard of it until very recently, and that makes a world of difference.
I had given him Tommy's "l'il crack-crack" which, with my own, were the only weapons we intended to take I mean the only explosive weapons, for Smilax carried his long, keen-edged hunting knife, a thing he was never without; and I, likewise, strapped on my own.
I begrudge the time it takes to look after it, and such a thing as a good shampoo is an event to be approached with trepidation and prepared for with zeal. "Coises on me beauty!" I think I'll cut that wool off. But on each occasion when I have my mind about made up I experience one of "Mr. Polly's" l'il dog moments.
"Oh, Lal Chunder, it's you!" "Him beat," said Lal Chunder, breathlessly. "L'il meesis orright?" "I'm all right," she said, struggling with for Norah an unaccountable desire to cry. "Oh, don't let him go!" "No," said the Hindu, decidedly. "Him hurt you? Me kill him." The last remark was uttered conversationally, and the man against the tree cried out in fear.
Gimme l'il Hollanschnapps n'water onna side!" Hours later he was, apparently, no drunker as though he could not manage to get beyond a certain stage of intoxication, no matter how recklessly he drank. "'Nother Hollenschnapps," he said hazily. "Goin' see 'thorities 'bout grea' sekresh! Tell 'em all 'bout it. Anybody try stop me, knockem down. Thassa way.... N-n-nockem out! stan' no nonsense!
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