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Updated: June 14, 2025
I declare, S'tira Dudley, if you joggle me! Many waters cannot quench love; neither can the floods drown it you must put just so much time between every letter; if you stop on every particular one, it ain't fair if a man would give all the substance of his house for love you stop laughin', you two! it would be utterly consumed. Well, there!
Lemuel could not look at Miss Carver, whom he knew to be gazing at the two girls from the little distance to which she had withdrawn; Miss Swan was biting her lip. "So that's the celebrated St. Albans, is it?" said 'Manda Grier, when they got in the street. "Don't know 's I really ever expected to see the inside 'f it. You notice the kind of oilcloth they had on that upper entry, S'tira?"
She can't ever get a chance to set down a minute; and she's on her feet from mornin' till night; and I think it's more 'n half that that's made her sick; I don't say what the other four-fifths was! "Now, 'Manda Grier, stop!" "Well, that's over with now, and now we want to keep you out that store. I been lookin' out for this place for S'tira a good while.
"Well, then, you set right straight down again," said 'Manda Grier, with mock severity, as if he were an obstinate little boy; and he obeyed, though he wished that Statira had asked him to stay too. "Why, the land sakes!" exclaimed 'Manda Grier, "have you been lettin' him keep his hat all this while, S'tira Dudley? You take it right away from him!"
"A, B, C, D." began Lemuel. "Pshaw, now, 'Manda Grier, you stop!" pleaded Statira. "You be still! Go on, Mr. Barker! As a seal upon thine arm; for love is as strong as death don't say the letters so fast jealousy as cruel as the grave don't look at S'tira; look at me! the coals thereof are coals of fire you're sayin' it too slow now which hath a most vehement flame.
I always told S'tira you'd be'n sure to turn up b'fore this 'f you'd be'n in Boston all the time; 'n' 't I guessed you'd got a disgust for the place, 'n' 't you wouldn't want to see it again for one while." Statira did not say anything.
She ran on in that way of hers so that you never could tell whether she really meant a thing or not. "I guess if I have to manage many more cases like yours, S'tira Dudley, I shall want to lay in a whole chest of it. What do you think, Mr. Barker?" "Mr. Barker!" repeated Statira. "Well, I'm afraid to say Lemuel any more, for fear he'll fly off the handle, and never come again.
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