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Updated: June 10, 2025
She say she a'n't gwineter have 'em noun' 'sturbin' a sick man. De Colonel 'monstrated. He done give the Judge his big room, and he say he and de young men gwine ober to Mista, Catherwood's. You a'n't never seen Miss Jinny rise up, suh! She a'n't never let me bring up one of his meals, suh." And so she left Stephen with some food for reflection.
Ain't none nem ge'lmun goin' try an' give her no mo' animals, I bet! So how anybody goin' guess who sen' her thishere Gammire? Nobody lef' whut ain't awready sen' her one an' had the gift spile." "Yes, there is," said Florence. "Who?" "Noble Dill." "That there li'l young Mista Dills?" Kitty Silver cried. "Listen me! Thishere dog 'spensive dog." "I don't care; I bet Noble Dill gave him to her."
He passed unnoticed, except by the filthy little Arab bootblacks who swarmed about him, trotting, capering, yelping cheerfully: "Mista Ferguson! polish, finish! can-can see nice Frencha girl Mista McKenzie, Scotcha fella from Dublin smotta picture polish, finish!" undertoned by a squabbling chorus. But presently, studying his face, they cried in a loud voice, "Nix!
In the hush I heard news of the blasphemy whispering from lip to lip, out the door and up the awe-struck dock. Mate Snow lifted a hand. "Stop!" he cried. "Yen Sin, you are standing in the Valley of the Shadow of Death " "Mista Matee Snow wickee man? No? Yes? Mista Matee Snow confessee?" The Chinaman was making a game of his death-bed, and even the dullest caught the challenge.
Yen Sin, dear me, what's the matter of you?" "Mista Yen Sin fine," he said in a strengthless voice, smiling and nodding from the couch where he lay, half propped up by a gorgeous, faded cushion. "Mista Yen Sin go back China way pletty quick now, yes." "Honest?" He made no further answer, but took up the collar I had brought. "You been gone Gillypo't, yes? You take colla China boy, yes?" "Yessir!"
Marriage idle word! What have I to do with marriage? What has Almah? There is only one marriage before us the dread marriage with death! Why talk of love to the dying? The tremendous ordeal, the sacrifice, is before us and after that there remains the hideous Mista Kosek!" At this Layelah sprang up, with her whole face and attitude full of life and energy.
So Almah, holding the sacrificial knife, stood looking at them, full of dignity, and spoke as follows: "We will take this, O Kosekin, and we will reward you all. We will begin our reign over the Kosekin with memorable acts of mercy. These two great victims shall be enough for the Mista Kosek of this season.
Didn’ ax you fu’ no ‘Mista Pierson.’ Whar yu’ all tink he went on dat hoss?” “How you reckon we knows whar he wint; we wasn’t dah,” replied Aunt Belindy. “He jis’ went a lopin’ twenty yards down to Chartrand’s sto’. I goes on ’hine ’im see w’at he gwine do.
There was an Athon last year who attacked a pehmet with forty men and one hundred and twenty rowers. All were killed or drowned except himself. In reward for this he gained the mudecheb, or death recompense. In addition to this he was set apart for the Mista Kosek." "Then, with you, when a man procures the death of others he is honored?" "Why, yes; how could it be otherwise?" said the Kohen.
"What are you doing?" "Suh?" Debouching sidewise she came into fuller view, but retired a few steps. "Whut I doin' whur, Mista Atwater?" "How'd that dog get on my front steps?" Her face became noncommittal entirely. "Thishere dog? He just settin' there, suh." "How'd he get in the yard?" "Mus' somebody up an' brung him in." "Who did it?" "You mean: Who up an' brung him in, suh?"
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