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"We won't have," Belle assured him placidly. "That's what I've been trying to beat into your head. Why, good Lord! Can't you take the hint and see I'm trying not to have any trouble with yuh? I don't want to have to run you off the ranch but as you say, there's not going to be any nonsense. I said, go. I'm waiting to see if you've got sense enough to do it." "Sa-ay! Just look here now!
"But what's the news, Tracey?" There is suspense in the iteration. "Well, seein's it's you, Watty " "You Tracey Tanner, you run 'long and stop your jokin'!" interrupts Hiram with authority. "'Tain't no joke; it's news, I'm tellin' you. Sa-ay, what d'ye think, Watty?" "Yes, Tracey, yes? What is it, boy?" "Thet Noo York dood," drawls Tracey, "is a-workin' for Sam Graham!" A dramatic pause ensues.
'What have you been doing to this child, Phffibe? 'We-ell, Doctor, his eyes has been kind o' bad along back, the last week. I did cal'late to send for you before; but one o' the neighbors was in, and she said to put molasses and tobacco-juice in them. 'Thunder and turf! says I. 'What sa-ay? says Phoebe. ''N' then old Mis' Barker come in last night.
"Sa-ay, mister," interrupted the giant Jerry Simpson from the load of logs. "D'you say Senory Jemimy?" "Why, yes. Señora means madame, or " "Ya'as, I know what it means. Jemimy, mister, ain't no senory, nor no madame. Jemimy's my old Kentucky rifle, mister.
The desperado pushed his cruel, vice-scarred face close to that of the man he hated. "Sa-ay. Listen to me, young fellow. I'm going to bump you off one o' these days sure. Me, I don't like yore name nor the color of yore hair nor the map you wear for a face. I'm a killer. Me, Dan Meldrum. And I serve notice on you right now." With an effort he brought his mind back to the issue on hand.
Elated by my success, I kept on in this tone, when one who looked the strongest, sitting in the middle of the front row, stood up suddenly, and called "Teacher!" There it goes! I thought, and asked him what it was. "A-ah sa-ay, you talk too quick. A-ah ca-an't you make it a leetle slow? A-ah?" "A-ah ca-an't you?" "A-ah?" was altogether dull.
Take them into the remotest quarters of the sky-world; lock them up there forever so that they may not return! Vengeance for him who has gone before! Then an old man put his hands over his forehead and called: 'Come down, Mánaháut. Mánaháut came and possessed him, causing him to call out: 'Sa-ay! sa-ay!
"Sa-ay!" he called with the asperity of ingrained ennui "either of youse guys know a guy named Perceval Sybarite 't lives here?" Silently P. Sybarite held out his hand, took the greasy little book in its black oil-cloth binding, scrawled his signature in the proper blank, and received the message in its sealed yellow envelope. "Wait," he commanded calmly, eyeing Western Union with suspicion.
But as soon as the keeper saw that the man in the water was amusing his prisoner, he leaned over the ship's side and shouted, "Sa-ay, you, don't you know there's sharks in there?" And the swimming man said, "The h ll there is!" and raced back to the shore like a porpoise with great lashing of the water, and ran up the beach half-way to the palms before he was satisfied to stop.
"I , sa-ay " Gwinnie's voice drawled in slow meditative surprise. The brooding curiosity had gone out of her face. Gwinnie's face, soft and schoolgirlish between the fawn gold bands and plaited ear bosses of her hair, the pink, pushed out mouth, the little routing nose, the thick grey eyes, suddenly turned on you, staring. Gwinnie had climbed up on to the bed to hear about it.
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