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"An' ef yer solemnly promus," he said in conclusion, "ter lub an' 'bey one 'nuther tell death pawts yer, please de Laud yer lib so long, I pernounces boff yer all man an' wife." Then the mistress looked about and got together a basket of household articles for the new couple.
De vimes growed monst'us fas', en Mars Dugal' made a thousan' gallon er scuppernon' wine eve'y year. "Now, ef dey's an'thing a nigger lub, nex' ter 'possum, en chick'n, en watermillyums, it's scuppernon's.
Miss Edie, Lor' bless her, telled me 'bout Him, and I'se found it all true. Now, doesn't I know 'bout it? I knows dat de good Jesus can turn de brackest heart in de world jes like dis rose, make it white and pure, and fill it up wid de sweetness of lub. I knows all 'bout it." He spoke with the power of absolute certainty and strong feeling, therefore his hearer was deeply moved.
"Das no news," returned the amiable man, "I's said dat ob myself ober an' ober again since I's growed up. De on'y time I feel kite sure I wasn't a fool was de time I falled in lub wid you, Sooz'n."
"He tore me from my Dinah; I tought my heart would burst: He made me lub anoder when my lub was wid de first; He sole my picanninnies becase he got dar price, And shut me in de marsh-field to hoe among de rice; When I neber hab forgotten, etc.
"And our wounded or dying enemies may be clinging to it. Shall we save them?" "Hossifus! Dey kill us ef we does," exclaimed Cyd. "'Lub your enemies," said Quin, piously. "Let us sabe dem if we can. We kin tie dar hands and fotch 'em ober dar." "I don't think they are there." "We must save their lives," added the gentle Lily.
Bring him home?" "Yes." "Fur de lub o' heben!" stopping short. "A Yankee captain in de house, an' Jackson's men rampin' over de country like devils! Dey'll burn de place ter de groun', ef dey fin' him." "I know." Bone groaned horribly, then went on doggedly. Fate was against him: his gray hairs were bound to go down with sorrow to the grave. He looked up at her wistfully, after a while.
I am choice in my phrases. I could hardly make my way at all, for a strange sort of delirium was supervening. Immediately she saw me, she exclaimed, "Ah, Goramity! him catched for sure it break my heart to see him. You know I lub Massa Rattlin, like my own piccaninny. S'elp me God, he very bad!"
"Yes, it am awrful nice," responded Susan, gravely, "but we's not come here to make lub, Quashy, so hol' your tongue, an' I'll tell you what I heared." She cleared her throat here, and looked earnest. Having thus reduced her husband to a state of the most solemn expectancy, she began in a low voice "You know, Quashy, dat poor Massa Lawrie hab found nuffin ob his fadder's fortin."
"You don't look as if you did, Geo'ge," said a deep voice beside him. George started up with a face of scarlet. "Peter!" he exclaimed fiercely, "did you hear me speak? What did you hear?" "Halo! Geo'ge, don't squeeze my arm so! You's hurtin' me. I hear you say somet'ing 'bout plotummik lub, but what sort o' lub that may be is more'n I kin tell."
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