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She faced fairly around now, and was full earnestness. "Has I had any trouble? Misto C , I's gwyne to tell you, den I leave it to you. I was bawn down 'mongst de slaves; I knows all 'bout slavery, 'case I ben one of 'em my own se'f. Well sah, my ole man dat's my husban' he was lovin' an' kind to me, jist as kind as you is to yo' own wife.

She turned her face over her shoulder toward me, and said, without even a smile in her voice: "Misto C , is you in 'arnest?" It surprised me a good deal; and it sobered my manner and my speech, too. I said: "Why, I thought that is, I meant why, you can't have had any trouble. I've never heard you sigh, and never seen your eye when there wasn't a laugh in it."

But I ain' gwyne to resk no mo' money in stock. De cow up 'n' died on my han's." "So you lost the ten dollars." "No, I didn't lose it all. I on'y los' 'bout nine of it. I sole de hide en taller for a dollar en ten cents." "You had five dollars and ten cents left. Did you speculate any more?" "Yes. You know that one-laigged nigger dat b'longs to old Misto Bradish?

One of the negro women came scrambling down stairs as pale as a sorrel horse with consternation and excitement: "Misto Marsh, Misto Allen's skipped out!" "What!" "Yes-sah, and cleaned out his room clean; tuck bofe towels en de soap!" "You lie, you hussy!" "It's jes' so, jes' as I tells you en Misto Summer's socks is gone, en Misto Naylor's yuther shirt." Mr.

"Lemme in quick or you lose a five-spot. Bleeding bad want to wash up " The spring lock clicked softly. Before Sam knew what had happened, The Spider was in the lavatory and between him and the door to the main room. "Get going," said The Spider. The amazed negro backed away from that eloquent menace in The Spider's right hand. "M-m-m-misto misto Captain Ah ain't done nuffin!"

I shall begin now, Misto Richmond." And, to Flitter Bill's wonder, the captain stalked out to the stoop, announced his purpose with the voice of an auctioneer, and called for volunteers then and there. There was dead silence for a moment.

Et neque jam color est misto candore rubori; Nec vigor, et vires, et quae modo rise placebant; Nec corpus remanet . OVID, Met. iii. 491. Her spirits faint, Her blooming cheeks assume a pallid teint, And scarce her form remains.

The window at the rear end of the hall was fastened. The Spider broke the glass just below the catch with the butt of his gun. He raised the window and slid into the hallway. "Who dat?" came from the lavatory. "It's me, Sam," said The Spider thickly, imitating the voice of a man overcome by drink. "I cut my hand on the window. Want to get in wash up blood " "I ask Misto Baxtuh, suh."

"There are other reasons why he's boss," grunted the engine tender. "Mr. Reade has nerve, but he also has brains in his head. Any man with brains and the sense to use 'em goes to the top, while I stay down a good deal lower, and you, Rastus, are still lower." "Ah reckon Ah got a two-bit hat on top o' only two cents' wo'th o' brains, Misto Conlon," grinned the darkey.

De pan drop' on de flo' an' I grab his lef' han' an' shove back his sleeve jist so, as I's doin' to you an' den I goes for his forehead an' push de hair back so, an' 'Boy! I says, 'if you an't my Henry, what is you doin' wid dis welt on yo' wris' an' dat sk-yar on yo' forehead? De Lord God ob heaven be praise', I got my own ag'in! "Oh no' Misto C , I hain't had no trouble. An' no JOY!"

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