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Updated: May 8, 2025
Be dad, Duse, he's gone beyant!" An ineffectual search was made among barrels and boxes, and up the old chimney. "Did ye see him?" inquired Dunn, of a yellow man that had been watching the affray at the door, while Dusenberry continued to poke with his stick among the boxes and barrels. "Why, massa, I sees him when he lef de doo, but I no watch him 'till 'e done gone," said the man.
I say, 'Miss Mayo, I say, 'I done foun' out 'bout dat basket. 'T was lef' by a lady artis' here what got a tergram an' went away sudden. She want dat food et, so she sent it to you." Laurie regarded him with admiration. "That was pretty good for extemporaneous lying," he commented. "I suppose you can do even better when you take more time to it. What did the lady say?"
"Mammy's baby did you think old Mammy dun run off an' lef' her baby?" But Lily could only sob for joy. Then the floor manager came hurriedly over for the entire force of the mill had ceased to work, gazing at the strange scene. In vain he gesticulated his protests the big fat colored woman walked proudly past him with Lily in her arms.
Carteret, whose own excitement had increased with the length of this preamble. "Has anything happened to Aunt Polly?" "Somebody done broke in de house las' night, Mis' 'Livy, an' kill' Mis' Polly, an' lef' her layin' dead on de flo', in her own blood, wid her cedar chis' broke' open, an' eve'thing scattered roun' de flo'! O my Lawd, my Lawd, my Lawd, my Lawd!" Mrs.
He took de fever de day dey lef', an' he ain't knowed nothin' since." After Aunt Melvy left, Sandy went to the window and leaned against the bars. Below him flowed the life of the little town, the men going home from work, the girls chattering and laughing through the dusk on their way from the post-office. Every figure that passed, black or white, was familiar to him.
The riders were settling themselves and spreading out, getting their horses in hand for the long gallop. In fact, the old trainer's last piece of advice to his young pupil was worthy of a Delphic track, "Don' let 'em lef you; but don't let 'em wind you. Don't git so far behind 't folks 'll think you 's ridin' in de next race; but save him for de last half-mile.
It was a badly-written and misspelt letter, which showed me that Mrs. "The terms is fore shillins a weke," she wrote, "but i am that lonelie sins my own littel one lef me i wood tike your swete darling for nothin if I cud afford it and you can cum to see her as offen as you pleas."
I done died since I lef' you! done died and gone to the debbil! been clar down dar in his place, which it aint 'spectable to name! done died and gone dere and come to life again, on a ship at sea." "Who brought you here, Katie?" questioned Ishmael, thoroughly perplexed. "De debbil, honey! de debbil, chile! Sure as you lib it was de debbil! Oh, Marse Ishmael, honey, stop long o' me!
"Don't you 'member how I use' live at Belle Alliance? Yes, seh. I's de one what show Bonaventure de road to Gran' Point'. Yes, seh. But I done lef' dah since Mistoo Wallis sole de place. Yes, seh. An' when I meet up wid you papa you nevva see a nigger so glad like I was. No, seh. An' likewise you papa. Yes, seh.
"With his new wife and your new mistress," answered Sylvan. The old negro dropped his chin on his chest, raised his knobby black fingers to his head and scratched his gray hair with a look of quaint perplexity, as he muttered, "Now I wunner ef I tuk too heavy a pull on to dat dar rum jug, fo' I lef de house dis mornin' I wunner if I did."
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