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But when her had been fiddled at for three or four 'ear, her begun to see as her was under no sort o' peril o' losin' her maiden name with Ezra. So her walked theer an' then made up her mind an' walked at once went into some foreign part of the country to see if her couldn't find somebody theer as'd fancy a nice-lookin' wench, and tek less time to find out what he'd took a likin' for."
Then I ambulates out among the rubes 'n' acts like I'm willing to bet on the bay geldin'. If I finds a live one, Butsy takes his hoss up in his lap the last two trips 'n' Peewee comes on 'n' grabs the gravy. "We figger the rubes'll eat it up after seein' that nice-lookin' black stud romp away with the first heat. But right there the dope falls down the rubes ain't as dead as they look.
Mr. Doty indulged in a subdued chuckle. "A nice-lookin' feller he is to raise a infant babe!" he remarked. "Lord a massy! if thet thar ain't jest like one o' his doggoned tales! He is the derndest critter," with reflective delight, "the derndest! Thar ain't nothin' in Hamlin to come up to him." But the next day even Mr. Doty was convinced.
A man, who Blister said was a trainer, stood on the fence and acted as starter. Language came from this person in volcanic blasts, and the seething mass, where infant education was brewing, boiled and boiled again. "That bay filly's a nice-lookin' trick, Four Eyes!" said Blister, pointing out a two-year-old standing somewhat apart from the rest.
She liked the strength in his broad shoulders, his well modulated voice, and his clear, honest eyes; but after all he was nothing but a boy. "Miss Thorne," said Hepsey, at her elbow, "is that your beau?" It was not impertinence, but sheer friendly interest which could not be mistaken for anything else. "No," she answered; "of course not." "He's real nice-lookin', ain't he? "Yes."
"Now, massa," continued the negro, turning to the fine, sailor-like man who had spoken to Foster a few minutes before, "here's a nice-lookin' man. Strong an' healfy fit for anyt'ing no doubt." "Ask him if he understands gardening," said the Moor. We may remark, in passing, that Peter the Great and his owner had a peculiar mode of carrying on conversation.
"Do let us be as nice as we kin." "I think people had ought to make themselves as nice-lookin' as they can," echoed one of the younger ladies of the party; and there was a general chorus of agreeing voices. "Well!" said the minister; "then comes the question, what is nice-looking? I dare say the young lady with the flowing tresses thought she was about right."
"Not'ing," replied the girl in English, "but she trust Pedro." "So do I, with all my heart," returned Lawrence; "my question was prompted by curiosity, not by doubt." "I's not so sure," said Quashy, with a frown, and a tone of self-assertion which was rare in him. "Nice-lookin' men like him's not allers as nice as dey looks." "Fie, Quashy! I thought you were of a more trustful spirit."
"Yes," was the reply; "and the statues on the sides are those of Penn and Franklin." Just at that moment two women, evidently from the country, came sauntering along and halted near our party. "What building 's that?" asked one of the other. "It's right nice-lookin', isn't it?" "Yes; and don't you see the name there up over the door?" "Oh, yes, to be sure! Pennsylvany! Goin' in, Elmiry?"
Milt wanted to trumpet her exquisiteness to the world, so he growled to a man standing beside him, "Swell car. Nice-lookin' girl, kind of." "Kind of skinny, though. I like 'em with some meat on 'em," yawned the man. No, Milt did not strike him to earth. He insisted feebly, "Nice clothes she's got, though." "Oh, not so muchamuch.
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