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Big Abel shook his head; he was in no pleasant humour, for the corners of his mouth were drawn tightly down and there was a rut between his bushy eyebrows. "I nuver seed no sich place es dis yer town in all my lifetime," he grumbled. "Dey des let us lie roun' loose on de bricks same es ef we ain' been fittin' fur 'em twel we ain' nuttin' but skin en bone.
At this, Docia muttered audibly that she "ain' got no time ter be sho'in' nobody nuttin'." "There, now, Docia, you mustn't lose your temper," observed Gabriel as he rose from his chair. It was at such moments that the remembered joys of slavery left a bitter after taste on his lips. Clearly it was impossible to turn into the streets a servant who had once belonged to you!
Red-man fly high, too. See from salt lake to sweet water. Know ebbery t'ing in wood. Tell him nuttin' he don't know." "You do not suppose, Susquesus, that the Huron warriors could find our surveyors, at Mooseridge?" "Why, no find him? Find moose; why no find ridge, too? Find Mooseridge, sartain; find land-measurer."
"Dar ain' nuttin better ter jedge er gent'mun by den his mint patch," the old negro was muttering, "an' dis yer one's done w'ar out all dose no 'count flow'rs, des' like de quality done w'ar out de trash. Hi! Marse Nick, dat you?" he shook the proffered hand, his kindly black face wrinkling with hospitality.
We are none of us as young as we were when we first became acquainted, Jaaf which is now near, if not quite, three-score years ago." "You nuttin' but gal, nudder," growled the negro. "Ole Sus be raal ole fellow; but Miss Dus and Masser Mordaunt, dey get married only tudder day. Why dat was a'ter de revylooshen!"
Murphy, beside him, whispered in his ear: "Don't get excited, kid, it's nuttin'; just another phoney pinch, dat's all." "But what for?" asked John. "Loiterin' around a handbook joint. You'll be squared, kid, you'll be squared. Stick with me and you'll come out on top; ten bucks to the good." One of the deputies marched up to the corner, pushing a young fellow before him.
You're going out on the old trail again which begins in Third Avenue and ends in Sing Sing. Why tear yourself away, Spike?" Spike concentrated his gaze on a weedy young emigrant in a blue jersey, who was having his eye examined by the overworked doctor, and seemed to be resenting it. "Dere's nuttin' doin' dis side, Mr. Chames," he said, at length. "I want to get busy."
Why, I'se done wash en i'on Marse Noah's shuts twel I 'uz right stiff in de j'ints. He ain' never let nobody flute his frills fur 'im 'cep'n' me. Lawd, Lawd, Marse Peyton's shuts warn' nuttin ter Marse Noah's!" Betty's eyes grew big. "I reckon you're mighty old, Aunt Ailsey 'most as old as God, ain't you?" Aunt Ailsey pondered the question. "I ain' sayin' dat, honey," she modestly replied.
"Lawd, Lawd, Sarindy wuz a moughty likely nigger," said Uncle Levi, proudly; "she warn' nuttin' but a fiel' han', but she 'uz a moughty likely nigger." "And did she die?" asked Betty, in a whisper. Uncle Levi rubbed his hands together, and shifted the brushwood upon his shoulder.
Eli, trembling violently, and of the ashen hue that a negro takes in terror, tried to answer, but at first there came only jabbered and meaningless words. He fell on his knees, and finally became coherent. "Marse Fair Marse Fair ain' I done lif' you bofe in dese ahms w'en you wuz jes' little fellers he er lot de oldes' an' you nuttin' but er baby, toddlin' after him eberywhar he went!
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