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"An' yit women folks seem like evm they think they kin. I hear Grannie Sugg, a-ridin' home fum church, 'llow ef Johnnie March bring air railroad 'ithin ten mile' o' her, he better leave his medjer 'ith the coffin man." "Tell her howdy for me, will you, Enos?" said John; and Enos said he would.
"How d'ye, Miss Mollie sah'vent, Marse Hesden. I 'llow I must be gittin' putty nigh ter de promised lan' when I sees you once mo'. Yah, yah! Yer hain't done forgot Berry, I s'pose? Kase ef yer hez, I'll jes hev ter whistle a chune ter call myself ter mind. Jes, fer instance now, like dis h'yer."
I expect he's at the bottom of all the black nigger's perversity, though he always seems as smooth and respectful as you please. He's a deep one. I 'llow he does all the scheming, and just makes Nimbus a cat's-paw to do his work. I don't know much about him, though. He hardly ever talks with anybody." "He seems a very remarkable man," said the officer. "Oh, he is," said the sheriff.
He bristled: "What are you going to find out by 'trying' it? What d'you 'llow it'll do? Blow up? Who'll drive it? I can't spare any one." I was glad. Any man of his would know me, and my scheme called for a stranger to both me and the coach. I must find such a person. "If I send a driver," I said, "you'll lend me the span, won't you?" "Oh, yes."
"Bless me," he crowed, "if there isn't an unprotected lady all 'lone here in the dark, and lost in the fog. 'Llow me to 'scort you home, madam. Lemme introduce myself and friend Major Flint, that's me, and my friend Captain Puffin." He put up his hand and whispered an aside to Miss Mapp: "Revolutionized the theory of navigation."
Yer know, Miss Mollie, dem men dat got hurt dat ar night de Ku Kluckers, two on 'em, one I 'llow, killed out-an'-out, an' de todder dat bad cut oh, my God!" she cried with a shudder, "I nebber see de likes no nebber, Miss Mollie.
God bress yer!" he sobbed. "Nimbus can't do no mo' fer ye, an' don't 'llow he'll nebber see ye no mo' no mo' in dis world! Good-by, 'Liab, good-by! Yer don't know Nimbus's gwine away, does yer? God bress yer, p'raps it's better so better so!" He kissed again and again the pale forehead, from which the dark hair had been brushed back by repeated bathings.
"I'se purty well prepared for 'em now, an' atter tomorrer I'll be jes ready for 'em. I'se gwine ter Louisburg to-morrer, an' I 'llow that atter I come back they won't keer ter meddle wid Nimbus. Tell yer what, Mister Dossey, I bought dis place from ole Marse Desmit, an' paid for it, ebbery cent; an' I swar I ain't a gwine ter let no man drive me offen it nary foot.
"Is this little trick gwine to stay fetch in? Say 'yass, mawsteh, aw I blow yo' head off." But John still held the drunkard's eye. As he took up from his desk a large piece of ore, he said, "Enos, when a man like you leaves a gentleman's door open, the gentleman goes and shuts it himself." "Yass, you bet! So do a niggah. Shell I shoot, aw does you 'llow " "I'm going to shut the door, Enos.
"Is that man really the Baron de Nucingen?" asked Europe to Louchard, giving weight to the doubt by a gesture which Mademoiselle Dupont, the low comedy servant of the Francais, might have envied. "Yes, mademoiselle," said Louchard. "Yes," replied Contenson. "I shall be answerable," said the Baron, piqued in his honor by Europe's doubt. "You shall 'llow me to say ein vort to her."
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