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Starbuck looked round at him and said: "An' Satan come also." "Starbuck," Peters began, "I want to see you a minit, by yo'se'f." "I don't know that I've got anythin' to say to you, Lije, but that door thar allus stands open, and I ain't in the habit of orderin' folks out of my house. Margaret, will you please go in thar?" he added, motioning with his head.
But tell me who you are, and what I can do for you." The man's face, which had grown rather loose and mobile, instantly became business-like and alert. "I'm 'Lije Stobo, Mr. Varney Hackley'll tell you. I was hired a week ago by Mr. Maginnis to watch trains for a certain party kind of expected to show up here."
"Well, you have teached that nigger nearly enough impudence to break his neck." "Didn't know I was sich a good teacher, Lije. Don't you want a few lessons? Go on, Kintchin." The negro slowly went away, looking back and shaking his head, and Starbuck added: "Peters, I'm afraid I'll have to furgit my raisin' an' ask you what you want." "I want to give you the opportunity to have some sense."
He ain' Betsey's, nohow. He's Rindy's Lije, en' he's de mos' out'n out pesterer sence Mose wuz born." "Rindy!" exclaimed Eugenia in surprise, lightly touching the small black body with her foot. "Why, I didn't know Rindy was married. She's working at the house now." Delphy seized the child and held him at arm's length while she applied a sounding box. "Go 'way f'om yer, honey," she said.
The logs air ricked up jest like Rose's jackstraws; I never see'em so turrible ricked up in all my exper'ence; an' Lije Dennett don' know no more 'bout pickin' a jam than Cooper's cow. Turrible sot in his ways, too; can't take a mite of advice.
"When you git right down to it, Lije, ain't that the reason money?" "Well," said Peters, shifting about, "if thar is money, I reckon I know how you come by some of it." He put his foot on a chair and pulled at his beard. "Yes, I reckon I know how you got a good deal of it.
The river was full of logs, thousands upon thousands of them covering the surface of the water from the bridge almost up to the Brier Neighborhood. The Edgewood drive was late, owing to a long drought and low water; but it was to begin on the following Monday, and Lije Dennett and his under boss were looking over the situation and planning the campaign.
"Boys," said he, huskily, "ef 'Lije Vandine had 'a' served me as he intended, I guess as how I'd have only got my deserts. I reckon as how I'm the little lad's father!" The hands stared at each other. Nothing could make them forget what MacPherson had just done.
Every time he let the saw swing back, Vandine would drop his eyes to the blue-shirted figure below, and his harsh features would work with concentrated fury. These seven years he had been waiting for the day when he should meet Sandy MacPherson face to face. Seven years before, 'Lije Vandine had been working in one of the mills near St.
"Well, now, Lije, it's mighty kind of you to be givin' out that sort of artickle. Puts me in mind of the old feller that give away his shirts when he didn't have none to spare." "Good natchul talk, Starbuck natchul as the squawk of a duck. But I didn't come here to swop the perlitenesses of the season." "No?" said Starbuck.
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