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"Wish you was spry 'nuf ter go, Aun' Patsy. She'd b'lieve you; an' she couldn't rar an' charge inter a ole pusson like you, nohow." "Ain't dar nobody else in dis h'yar place to go tell her?" asked Aunt Patsy. "Not a pusson," was Isham's decided answer.
Madame's touch seemed to steady her. "Miss Sally," she moaned, "Miss Sally done got de yaller fever." There was a moment's silence, for we were both too appalled by the news to speak. "Lindy, are you sure?" said the Vicomtesse. "Yass'm, yass'm," Lindy sobbed, "I reckon I'se done seed 'nuf of it, Mistis." And she went into a hysterical fit of weeping.
Ah didn't sawed him close 'nuf, an' den Ah didn't sawed him at all." "He oughter be strung up anyway," suggested a voice. "Don't get excited! Don't get excited," urged Lieutenant Wingate, when it became plain that the mountaineers were determined to make further trouble. "Gentlemen, Lieutenant Wingate has given you good advice.
"Well, sah," began the darky, "Youall is 'bout half way to West Pascagoula. Yaas, sir, Boss, dat am a sure 'nuf fac'." "Good! That's enlightening!" Frank put in. "Now tell me is there a place nearby. I mean does anyone live near here?" "No, sir," replied Doright. "Ah can show youall where they was onct, but they haint there no mo'. Done moved!"
"She done gib out supper, an' I ain't seed her sence. Is dis Mahs' Junius? Reckon' you don' 'member Letty?" "Yes I do," said the gentleman, shaking hands with her; "but the Letty I remember was a rather slim young woman." "Dat's so," said Letty, with a respectful laugh, 'but, shuh 'nuf, my food's been blessed to me, Mahs' Junius." "But whar's ole miss?" persisted the old man.
I was her maid, an' went wid her jes as Mahs' Robert wants you ter go 'long wid Miss Rob. He ain't gwine to furgit how they did in de ole times when de ladies went visitin' in dere kerridges fur to stay free, four days. Aun' Patsy were pow'ful ole den, but she didn't die soon 'nuf, an' ole Miss Keswick she kunjer her, an' now she can't die at all." "Neber die!" ejaculated Peggy.
"Well den I is spry 'nuf!" exclaimed Aunt Patsy, with a vigorous nod of her head which sent her spectacles down to her mouth, displaying a pair of little eyes sparkling with a fire, long thought to be extinct. "Ef you'll carry me dar, to Miss Harriet Corvey's, I'll tell ole miss myse'f. I didn't 'spec to go out dat dohr till de fun'ral, but I'll go dis time.
"Jes as you say, Miss Emly, pears like its queer nuf an' all happin too, an' ef he had worn just dat mustaff, without de whiskers, I'd know him yere straight off. I said long nuf, he set me on de tinkin groun um um here come Mas'r Louis lookin' arter his gal, I reckin, mighty wise he is; I'd tote a long ways ef 'twas to help him."
You don' mean ter tell me dat you's got 'nuf apple-trees in your little gyardin fur ter shake down three bar'ls o' apples." "Now look a-heah, Brudder 'Bijah," said Grandison, his eyes sparkling with righteous indignation, "dat's too much 'to 'spec' ob a man who's got ter work all day to s'port his wife an' chillun. I digs, an' I plows, an' I plants, an' I hoes.
Saturday night's both black and white-are tried first. The suffrage prisoners strain their ears to hear the pitiful pleas of these unfortunates, most of whom come to the bar without counsel or friend. Scraps of evidence are heard. JUDGE: "You say you were not quarreling, Lottie?" LOTTIE: "I sho' do yo' hono'. We wuz jes singin'-we wuz sho' nuf, sah." JUDGE: "Singing, Lottie?
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