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Marston. "It was Manette he was a beauin'. Evahbody say he likin' huh moughty well, an' dat he look at huh all th'oo preachin'." "Oh my! Manette's one of the nicest girls I brought from St. Pierre. I hope oh, but then she is a young woman, she would not think of being foolish over an old man." "I do' know, Miss M'ree.
"Look hyeah, Mis' M'ree," she exclaimed, without the formality of prefacing her remarks, "I wants to know whut's de mattah wif Brothah Simon what mek him ac' de way he do?" "Why, I do not know, Eliza, what has Uncle Simon been doing?" "Why, some o' you all mus' know, lessn' he couldn' 'a' done hit. Ain' he ax you nuffin', Marse Gawge?" "Yes, he did have some talk with me." "Some talk!
"Hol' on, Miss M'ree, she walked in lak she owned de place, an' flopped huhse'f down on de front seat." "Well, what if she did," burst in Mrs. Marston, "she had a right. I want you to understand, you and the rest of your kind, that that meeting-house is for any of the hands that care to attend it. The woman did right. I hope she'll come again." "I hadn' got done yit, Missy.
"'Scuse me, Miss M'ree," said Lize, "I didn' mean no ha'm to you, but I ain' a trustin' ol' Brothah Simon, I tell you." "I'm not blaming you, Eliza; you are sensible as far as you know." "Ahem," said Mr. Marston. Eliza went out mumbling to herself, and Mr. Marston confined his attentions to his dinner; he chuckled just once, but Mrs. Marston met his levity with something like a sniff.
Miss M'ree, dat may 'splain t'ings to you, but hit ain' mek 'em light to me yit." "Now, Mrs. Marston" began her husband, chuckling. "Hush, I tell you, George. It's really just as I tell you, Eliza, the old man is tired and needs rest!" Again the old woman shook her head, "Huh uh," she said, "ef you'd' a' seen him gwine lickety split outen de meetin'-house you wouldn' a thought he was so tiahed."
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