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"Wonnerful!" exclaimed the old man; "dat would be a great conserlation. Ah! Masser Mile, how often she come when a little lady to my shop door, and ask to see 'e spark fly! Miss Grace hab a great taste for blacksmit'in', and a great knowledge too. I do t'ink, dat next to some oder t'ing, she lub to see iron red-hot, and 'e horse shod!"
" Mister Francis, I desire to know the answer of Monsieur Barbérie's daughter." "Mam'selle no répond, Monsieur; pas un syllabe!" " Drenchers and fleams! The beauty should have been drenched and blooded " "He'm too late for dat, Masser, on honor." " The obstinate hussy! This comes of her Huguenot breed, a race that would quit house and lands rather than change its place of worship!"
The failure happened in this wise: no sooner did I approach near enough to the elder blacks to have my features fairly recognised, than the women began to blubber, and the men to toss their arms and shout "Masser Mile," "Masser Mile;" thereby throwing everything into confusion, at once placing feeling uppermost, at the expense of 'law and order.
"Bray vhat might be der age of das laty dat you callet olt young missus?" asked my uncle. "Gosh! she nutten but gal born sometime just a'ter ole French war. Remember her well 'nough when she Miss Dus Malbone. Young masser Mordaunt take fancy to her, and make her he wife." "Vell, I hopes you hafn't any objection to der match?"
Who hails? what cook is sticking his neighbour's pig now?" "Lor'! Misser Fid," cried the black, "here masser Harry, wid a head out of port-hole, up dereaway in a light-house, singing-out like a marine in a boat wid a plug out!" "Ay, ay, let him alone for hailing a top-gallant yard, or a flying-jib-boom! The lad has a voice like a French horn, when he has a mind to tune it!
I was on the point of calling out to Drewett to hold on, and I would cause the boom-end to reach over the Orpheus's main-deck, after which he might easily drop down among his friends, when Neb, finding some one to take the helm, suddenly stood at my side. "He drop dat box, sartain, Masser Mile," half-whispered the negro; "he leg begin to shake already, and he won'erful skear'd!"
"Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother," gave him a value in my eyes, that he had long ceased to possess on his own account. "You see, Neb," I said, towards the end of the week, as the black and I were walking up from the mill in company, "Mr. Rupert has altogether forgotten that he ever knew the name of a rope in a ship. His hands are as white as a young lady's!" "Nebber mind dat, Masser Mile.
"I wish you great joy and ebbery sort of happiness, Masser Mile," said old Venus, kissing my hand, though I insisted it should be my face, as had often been her practice twenty years before. "Ah! dis was a blessed day to old masser and missus, could dey saw it, but. And I won't speak of anoder blessed saint dat be in heaven.
Osgood's steward; and I helped him in. He was much exhausted, though an excellent swimmer; but alarm nearly deprived him of his strength. He kept saying, "Oh! Masser Ned Oh! Masser Ned!" and lay down in the bottom of the boat, like the two others; I taking care to shove him over to the larboard side, so as to trim our small craft.
"How often have I told you that the Lord views with displeasure anything so violent and improper as your outcries?" "Can't help him, dominie nebber can help him, when he take me sudden. See, masser, dere come Ole Nick!" There was Nick, sure enough.
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