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Updated: May 15, 2025
Joseph was sitting in M. Grandissime's private office, in council with him and the ladies, and Aurora was just saying: "Well, anny'ow, 'Sieur Frowenfel', ad laz you consen'!" and gathering her veil from her lap, when Raoul burst in, all sweat and rage. "'Sieur Frowenfel', we ruin'! Ow pharmacie knock all in pieces! My pigshoe is los'!" He dropped into a chair and burst into tears.
"Now did anybody ever hear the like o' that," Margaret retorted. "I never seed sich a man." "Mother ain't so powerful well," said Laz. "She ain't bed sick, but she's a chillin' a good deal. Got the shakes when she went down to the creek bottoms. Can't eat nuthin' but spoon vittuls." Margaret, dismissing the visitor from further attention, took up a coffee-mill and sat down near the fire-place.
"Wall," drawled the old man, with a countryman's philosophical resignation in the face of a difficulty that cannot be avoided, "when a man robs hisse'f he ginerally knows about how fur the work has gone on. I've been a lettin' putty nigh every man have what he wants an' it's most too late to stop now. Laz, tell Kintchin to haul you over a load of co'n an' you kin ride Old Roan home."
"Victorine, I could go with you in that boat, if only I could be for one minute in that old empty front room alone." Victorine halted and sadly tossed a hand: "Ah! h-amptee, yes, both the front and the back till yes-the-day! This morning, the front, no! Juz' sinze laz' week they 'ave brick' up bitwin them cloze by that burned hole, to make of the front an office, and now the front 't is o'cupy!"
"Here, you scoundrel, I thought I told you to haul a load of corn over to Spencer's." The negro came up to the window. "Yas, suh, but you didn't tell me. I heard you tell dat man Laz, but he sich a liar you kain't blebe nuthin' dat's said ter him." Jasper turned away to laugh and Kintchin came round into the house. "But you heard me tell him, you scoundrel," said the old man.
Margaret came out of the house. "Howdy, Laz." "Ain't runnin' no foot races, but so as to be about." "Folks all as well as usual?" "Ain't hearn no loud complaint." "Miz Mayfield," said Margaret, "Kintchin fotch me a letter from the post-office this mornin' an' as my eyes ain't right good to-day, I wish you'd come in an' read it to me." "Yes, gladly."
"Had to tote her from the grave," Laz went on. "But she picked up a right smart chance when Steve Moore came along. Had her bonnet set fur him befo' she married Tobe, but he broke the strings an' got away." "Don't want to borry nothin', do you, Laz?" Jasper inquired. "Wall, yes," he answered, his countenance for the first time showing signs of animation.
The Judge, who at the time was looking over a paper, paid no attention to them as they entered. Laz took off his hat and stood near the desk, staring at him. Nearer the Marshal stood Mose, with his hat on. The Marshal motioned for Mose to take off his hat and the stammerer made similar motions at the Marshal, as if answering a flirtation.
He went over to the table, took up the bag and looking at it as if studying a problem, remarked to Jasper: "I'd like to borry this meal bag ag'in ef you ain't got no particular use for it." "All right, Laz, but I mout need it by year after next." "Ah, hah. Wall, I'll try to have it back by then." He started off slowly toward the door, halted and looked about.
"W w w well, you can't tell h h how far it is, the r r road's so crooked." "Captain," said the Judge, "this boy should not have been brought down here. Let him stand aside. Over here," he said to Laz, motioning; and Laz stepped forward as if measuring the distance. "About here, Jedge?" Rap, rap! "Have you ever seen Mr. Starbuck make whisky?" "I've seed him grind co'n."
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