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Updated: May 10, 2025
"You don't think, Frank," asked Rena severely, "that I would leave my mother and my home and all my friends, and NEVER come back again?" "Why, no 'ndeed," interposed Mis' Molly wistfully, as she hovered around her daughter, giving her hair or her gown a touch here and there; "she'll be so homesick in a month that she'll be willin' to walk home."
"Nory," he resumed solemnly, "did ever any feller say anything to you about my I-I-I well, my lovin' you?" "I should say not!" said Nora. "I'd a' slapped his face, mighty quick! What business " "Not never a single one?" said Sam, his face brightening. "No, 'ndeed. Why, I'd like to know? Did you ever ask any one to!"
"Member you v'ry well 'ndeed!" he said fiercely. The large room had filled, and so had the broad hall and the rooms on the other side of the hall, where there were tables for whist. The imported orchestra waited in the ballroom on the third floor, but a local harp, 'cello, violin, and flute were playing airs from "The Fencing Master" in the hall, and people were shouting over the music.
"Eh bien, old woman," said Mandarin, turning, without rising, and speaking sharply in the negro French, "have you any reason to give why you should not be hung to that limb over your head?" She lifted her eyes slowly to his, and made a feeble gesture of deprecation. "Mo té pas fé cette bras, Mawse Challie I di'n't mek dat ahm; no 'ndeed I di'n', Mawse Challie.
"Oh, Thomas Hucks you dear, dear Thomas!" cried a clear, eager voice, and out from the car rushed Miss Patricia Doyle, to throw her arms about the neck of the old, stoop-shouldered and white-haired driver, whose face was illumined by a joyous smile. "Glad to see ye, Miss Patsy; right glad 'ndeed, child," returned the old man.
Yes, 'ndeed! An' yit if you'd 'a heern the rippit them Wornums kicked up, you'd 'a thought the pore chile'd done took'n run off 'long of a whole passel er high pirates frum somewheres er 'nother. In about that time the ole Jedge he got sorter fibbled up, some say in his feet, an' some say in his head; but his wife, that Em'ly Wornum, she taken on awful.
I wouldn' do nothin' 'g'inst de w'ite folks, suh, no, 'ndeed, I wouldn', suh!" Jerry's cries were drowned in a roar of rage and a volley of shots from the mob. Carteret, who had turned away with Ellis, did not even hear his servant's voice. Jerry's poor flag of truce, his explanations, his reliance upon his white friends, all failed him in the moment of supreme need.
"Haven't you any father?" "Yes, 'ndeed. Cap'n Griffith is my father, but he's gone most of the time, sailin' on his ship. You mus' be a stranger in these parts, little boy, not to know 'bout Cap'n Griffith," she added, looking at her new acquaintance intently. Trot wasn't very big herself, but the boy was not quite as big as Trot.
I ain' wuth hangin', gen'lemen; you'd oughteh jis gimme fawty an' lemme go. I I I I di'n' 'ten' no hawm to Mawse-Agricole; I wa'n't gwan to hu't nobody in God's worl'; 'ndeed I wasn'. I done tote dat old case-knife fo' twenty year' mo po'te ça dipi vingt ans.
"The conservatory," prompted Arabella. "The conservatory," repeated Patricia, "and then you'll see what you'll see! I promise to surprise you." "Don't you tell if I tell you," said Arabella. "No, 'ndeed," Patricia agreed. "Well, Aunt Matilda said she wouldn't let me wear anything flighty, so she's made me a dress like a Puritan, and my domino is tan color."
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