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You's paid for it, honey; and if you does it willin, it won't hurt you more dan washin' de marster's dishes, or sweepin' his rooms." "There ought to be a boy to do this sort of thing. Do you think it's right to ask it of me?" cried Christie, feeling that being servant was not as pleasant a task as she had thought it. "Dunno, chile.
Just look straight at me, like you was facing your accusers before the bar of God, and tell me you didn't kill your grandpa. Tell me you never dipped your pretty hands in ole Marster's blood." Tears were streaming down Dyce's cheeks. "If you knew my mother, how can you think it possible her child could commit an awful crime?" "Oh, God knows I don't know what to think!
The meat, turned once, has a fine crisped surface, and is flavored all through with the mint, and seasoning. Dip-candles I never saw in common use but Mammy showed me how they were made back at Ole Marster's, in the days when candle-molds were not to be had. Dipped or molded, the candles were of varying substance. Tallow was the main reliance mutton tallow as well as that from our beeves.
"When I picked it up, an injun-rubber stopper rolled out, and as ther' wan't no value in a hank'cher, I saw no harm in keepin' it for a'mento of ole Marster's death." "You knew it was a lady's handkerchief." "No, sir! I didn't know it then; and what's more, I don't know it now." "Is not this the identical handkerchief you found?" "Cant say. 'Dentical is a ticklish trap for a pusson on oath.
'Bout a hour later, she came back an' crawl in back'ards herse'f. De nigger inside de tree kotched her by de tail an' pulled hisself out. Hit scared de bear so 'til she run in one direction an' de nigger in 'nother. But de nigger, he run in de direction of his marster's place an' said he'd neber run off again as long as he libed.
"Get away from dat window and go 'bout your work," cried the dark spinster, austerely; "what hev yer got to do wid de marster's outgoin's or incomin's? Beat dese eggs into a foam rite off, for I'se in a hurry. Mr. Dolf puts one back so." Victoria cast one more glance through the window, for the wild agony on her master's face rather alarmed her.
Dat ain' no ole hyah dey 're arter; dey 're arter Marster's sheep dat 's what 'tis!" He started off at a rapid gait. We did the same. "Yep, yep! Oun, oun, oun! Err, err, err!" came their voices in full cry. We reached the top of the hill.
"Nothing, but my peace and happiness." "Are you shore you didn't drap your hank'cher?" "Yes, I am sure I did not, because I wrapped it around some chrysanthemums I gathered as I went away." "Well, a lady's hank'cher was found in Marster's room, and it did smell of chloryform.
The ole house is hanted shore 'nuff; and I can't stay there. Lem'me tell you, Lord! Mars Alfred, don't laugh! It's the Gawd's truth, ole Marster's sperrit is fighting up yonder in his room with the man what killed him. I seen him, in the broad daylight, and I have cum for you and Mars Lennox to git there, jest as quick as you kin, so you kin see it fur yourselves.
If he got too uppity dey'd call his han', right now. De rule was, if a Nigger wouldn' work he mus' be sol'. 'Nother rule on dat place was dat if a man got dissati'fied, he was to go to de marster an' ask him to put 'im in his pocket. Dat meant he wanted to be sol' an' de money he brought put in de marster's pocket.
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