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He stood a considerable period, viewing the carriage-road through the grounds; then started off at a brisk pace, as if he had detected something, and reappeared presently, leading Miss's pony; and there she was, just dismounted, and walking by its side. The man took his charge stealthily across the grass towards the stable.
What if the work you're toiling at sends the present taste of the town into a summersault? Would not that be a miracle?" "You think then that my 'Beggar's Opera' won't do," broke in Gay, his face losing a little of its colour. "You know my views. It is something unlike anything ever written before a leap in the dark. But for Miss's ditty. We're all attention." "What shall I sing, sir?"
"'And so shall we be, my boy. There's a brace of pistols for every mother's son of us, and if we can't carry this ship, with the crew at our back, it's time we were all sent to a young Miss's boarding school. You speak to your mate on the left to-night, and see if he is to be trusted.
He des stop long nuff fer ter change hosses en snatch a mouffle er sump'n ter eat, but 'fo' he rid off, he call me up en say, sez he: "'Daddy' all Ole Miss's chilluns call me daddy 'Daddy, he say, ''pears like dere's gwineter be mighty rough times 'roun' yer. De Yankees, dey er done got ter Madison en Mounticellar, en 'twon't be many days 'fo' dey er down yer.
MISS REYNOLDS. 'Have you seen them, Sir? JOHNSON. 'No, Madam. I have seen a translation from Horace, by one of her daughters. She shewed it me. MISS REYNOLDS. 'And how was it, Sir? JOHNSON. 'Why, very well for a young Miss's verses; that is to say, compared with excellence, nothing; but, very well, for the person who wrote them.
If the American man cannot help us, we must be ready to try another way. Permit me to accompany you as far as my wife's shop. I propose that she shall come back here with me, and examine poor little Miss's bedroom. We will wait, of course, for your return, before anything is done. In the mean time, I entreat you not to despair.
Den ole miss's mammy tole me how her young miss wuz cool ez a cowcumber, en how she say her folks know bes' en she sat'sfied; en den how she gib her min' ter w'at she call her trosso. Why honey, I des doin' up tings ob dat ar trosso yit." "That's just the trouble with aunt," said Miss Lou scornfully. "I don't believe she ever had heart enough to love with."
"Howdy, marsters," he muttered, in answer to the lawyer's greeting, raising a trembling hand to his wrinkled forehead. "Y'all ain' seen nuttin' er ole miss's yaller cat, Beulah, I reckon?" Peterkin, who had eyed him with the peculiar disfavour felt for the black man by the low-born white, evinced a sudden interest out of all proportion to Carraway's conception of the loss.
B. Newcome resumed his dignity; said a joke was a joke, and there was quite enough of this one; which assertion we may be sure he conscientiously made. That meeting and parting between the old lovers passed with a great deal of calm and propriety on both sides. Miss's parents of course were present when Jack at their summons waited upon them and their daughter, and made his hang-dog bow.
An' dat yere apun was a piece of ole Miss's night-cap. She used to have sights of 'em, and dey was all ruffled like to kill, an' made o' tambour work." Polly had already heard many times the story of Madame Carroll's night- caps, so she returned to the subject of the doll's beauty as a desirable change. "Do you want us to take this to Phronsie?" she asked. "Jasper, won't she be delighted?"
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