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Dar mought ez well be er fence rail er roun' on er winter night fer all de wa'mth ez is in yo' bones." "Dat's so," admitted Moses shamefacedly. "Dat's so. Dese yer nights, when de fire is all gone, is moughty near ter freezin' me out er house en home. I ain' never seed ne'r quilt ez wuz made fur er hull fambly yit. Wid me ter pull en Betsey ter pull en de chillun ter pull, whar de quilt?"
The portulac air comin' up so pretty in my box an' my jewraniums air a bloomin', an' I done made Mandy one willin' husband, an' Miss Ann air so brisk an' happy it would go hard on us all ter have ter be movin'. A ol' hen air took ter settin' in the ca'ige which makes it seem moughty homified.
Marston. "It was Manette he was a beauin'. Evahbody say he likin' huh moughty well, an' dat he look at huh all th'oo preachin'." "Oh my! Manette's one of the nicest girls I brought from St. Pierre. I hope oh, but then she is a young woman, she would not think of being foolish over an old man." "I do' know, Miss M'ree.
"I ain' got no fault ter fine wid you. You've been used me moughty well, en I'se pow'ful 'bleeged ter you en Marse Tom, he's a gent'mun ef ever I seed one. I ain' go no fault ter fine." The general lost his temper and started up. "Then what do you mean by turning fool at your age?" he demanded angrily. "Haven't I given you a roof over your head all these years?" "Dat's so, suh."
He threw the skull into the pasture, and followed Big Abel, who was hurrying along the road. "We're moughty near dar," cried the negro, breaking into a run. "Des wait twel we pass de aspens, Marse Dan, des wait twel we pass de aspens, den we'll be right dar, suh." Then, as Dan reached him, the aspens were passed, and where Chericoke had stood they found a heap of ashes.
I don't know who he is; he nevah give me no card, sah, but he's moughty sploshed and blustery lookin'." "Well " the judge rose, halting his speech as if thinking of one thing and speaking of another "fetch him in here, Hiram." "He's drippin' and drappin' like a leaky pail, sah," said Hiram, shaking his cottony old head. "No matter; he'll do no harm, Hiram." Hiram brought the visitor in.
For the first time a look of cunning of the pathetic cunning of a child pitted against a man awoke in her face. "En Miss Lindy sent me off befo' de year was up, Marster. My boy Jubal was born de mont' atter she done tu'n me out." She hesitated a minute, and then added, with a kind of savage coquetry, "I 'uz a moughty likely gal, Marster. You ain't done furgit dat, is you?"
"Dey's 'mos' es hot es de debbil's wood en iron shovel," she replied, with one foot on the step; adding in a piercing whisper: "I know dat ar shovel, honey, 'caze de debbil he done come fur me in de daid er de night, lookin' moughty peart, too; but I tole 'im he des better bide aw'ile 'caze I 'uz leanin' sorter favo'bly to'ad de Lawd." "Aunt Polly, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.
"Lemme git dar a minute, Miss Betsey, I'se got moughty sharp years, I is." "They're no sharper than mine, I reckon, and I couldn't hear if I stood an' listened forever. It's about the road most likely, for I see old Adam a-pintin'." For a minute after dismounting the stranger looked dubiously at the mottled face of the tavern.
"Then get into the house," retorted Cyrus harshly, "and don't stand gaping there. Any more of your insolence and I'll never let you set foot in this yard again." "'Fo' de Lawd, I didn't mean nuttin'! Gawd a' moughty, I didn't mean nuttin'! I jes lowed as you mought be willin' ter gun me fo' dollars a mont' fur de washin'. My boy Jubal " "I'll not give you a red cent more.
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