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Updated: June 8, 2025
Another long finger shake. "Yuna Nigger uman tell um, yuna runnin' yuna tongue in de kitchen, yuna runnin' yer tongue in de street. Now, instid ov de bocra bein' in de street in dey nite gown, yuna gwine ter be thar wid nuttin' on. Don't you no dat we ain't bin able ter by er gun er ounce powder in munts, an' de bocra got cannon an ebry ting. See how he'pliss yer is?
"I was sittin' here, readin' me book, when de foist of de guys blew in. 'Boy, says he, 'is de editor in? 'Nope, I says. 'I'll go in an' wait, says he. 'Nuttin' doin', says I. 'Nix on de goin' in act. I might as well have saved me breat'. In he butts, and he's in der now. Well, in about t'ree minutes along comes another gazebo. 'Boy, says he, 'is de editor in? 'Nope, I says.
It was not my wish to overhear the conversation, but it worked out that way, partly because it is hard not to overhear T-S, and partly because I stopped in surprise at the first words: "Good Gawd, Mr. Vesterly, vy should I vant to give money to strikers? Dat's nuttin' but fool newspaper talk.
"Fo' de Lawd, I didn't mean nuttin', Marster!" screamed the boy, livid with terror. "I didn't know de lady was dar fo' de Lawd Jesus, I didn't! My foot jes slipped on de plank w'en I wuz crossin', en I knocked up agin her."
"Missy," he said earnestly, "ef dat young gelmun fall in love wid you, w'ich I knows he will ef he ketch sight er you, lemme say dis, an' please fo' to ba'h in mine: better have nuttin' do wid him fo' he own sake; an' 'bove all, keep him fur sway f'um dese p'emises. Don' let him come in a mild er dis house." "Nelson, was that all the quarrel between them?" "Blessed Mussy! ain' dat 'nough?
But, he nuttin' but poor Injin, dough a great chief. What he know? Pale-face pappoose know more dan Injin chief. Dat come from Great Spirit too. He wanted it so, and it is so. Our chiefs say dat Great Spirit love Injin. May be so. T'ink he love ebbery body; but he can't love Injin as much as he love pale- face, or he wouldn't let red man know so little.
"Got nuttin'," Nucky's voice was bitter. "That brown Liz you let in last night beats the devil shakin' dice." "We owe three mont' now, Nucky," said the Italian. "Yes, and how much trade have I pulled into your blank blank second floor for you durin' the time, you blank blank! If I hear any more about the rent, I'll split on you, you "
I 'll tend to it." He reached for his coat. "Don't you do nuttin' to him while I 'm gone, an' don't you lef' him, not a minute." He put on his coat and went out. His path led out from among the stables to the wing of one of the buildings where the superintendent and his staff had their offices.
Cupid brought the kettle, grumbling. "I ain' never hyern tell er sich a mouf es ole Miss es got," he muttered. "I ain' sayin' nuttin' agin er stomick, case she ain' never let de stuff git down dat fur en de stomick hit ain' never tase it yit." "Oh, stop grumbling, Uncle Cupid," returned Betty, moving briskly about the room.
"How is you, Ole 'Stracted?" asked the woman. "Dat ain' my name," answered the old man, promptly. It was the first time he had ever disowned the name. "Well, how is you, Ole What I gwine to call you?" asked she, with feeble finesse. "I don' know he kin tell you." "Who?" "Who? Marster. He know it. Ole 'Stracted ain' know it; but dat ain' nuttin. He know it got it set down in de book.
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