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"Naw, I ain't blamin' 'em, though I don't hanker ter view 'em," he resumed. "One of 'em I wouldn't be afeard of, though. I feel mighty sorry fur her. The old folks used ter tell about her. A young 'oman she war, a-crossin' this bredge with her child in her arms.
"'Uh huh, sez Hannibal, 'den I reckon it mus' be some udder nigger w'at meets a 'oman down by de crick in de swamp eve'y Sunday ebenin', ter say nuffin 'bout two er th'ee times a week. "'Yas, hit is ernudder nigger, en you is a liah w'en you say it wuz Jeff. "'Mebbe I is a liah, en mebbe I ain' got good eyes.
Cray seemed to find something specially irritating in the small prayer-book in Oman's dark-gloved hand. "I didn't know that was in your line," he said rather rudely. Oman laughed mildly, but without offence. "This is more so, I know," he said, laying his hand on the big book he had dropped, "a dictionary of drugs and such things. But it's rather too large to take to church."
We ain't got no great doin's at our house, but I speck de ole 'oman en de chilluns kin sorter scramble roun' en git up sump'n fer ter stay yo' stummick. "'I'm 'gree'ble, Brer Rabbit, sez Brer Fox, sezee. "'Den I'll 'pen' on you, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. "Nex' day, Mr.
"Heah 's de fish; heah 's de house; heah I is; but whar 's de ole 'oman, an' whar 's de fu'niture? I can't figure out w'at dis yer all means." He picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it. It was written on one side. Here was the obvious solution of the mystery, that is, it would have been obvious if he could have read it; but he could not, and so his fancy continued to play upon the subject.
Miss Oman herself claimed aboriginal descent and so did the sweet-faced Moravian lady next door a connection of the famous La Trobes of the old Conventicle, whose history went back to the Gordon Riots; and as to the gentleman who lived in the ancient timber-and-plaster house at the bottom of the court, it was reported that his ancestors had dwelt in that very house since the days of James the First.
Withal she was feminine in her tastes, spent much time on embroidery and was justly proud of her complex and beautiful productions in this womanly art. She overcame her disabilities to a great extent and, with no lack of conveyances, became a figure almost as well-known in oman society as Nemestronia herself.
She thinks you were perfectly enthralled by the mummies and dried cats and chunks of stone and all the other trash. She doesn't know what humbugs men are." "Really, Miss Oman " I began. "Oh, don't talk to me!" she snapped. "I can see it all. You can't impose on me.
"Why don't you defend yourself?" "You don' know Mis' Braboy, suh; you don' know dat 'oman," he replied, with a shake of the head. "Some er dese yer w'ite women is monst'us strong in de wris'." "Well, Mr. Braboy, it 's what you might have expected when you turned your back on your own people and married a white woman.
To-day she held such a brief, and was more than usually urgent in the representation of a deserving case. "Oh, Miss Woodstock, mem, there's a poor young 'oman a-lyin' at the Clock 'Ouse, as it really makes one's 'art bleed to tell of her!
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