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If they is somebody, why, you jest stand outside of the door a second, and they'll be gone. Then you come in. But don't come rompin' in if you hear voices. It's a mite of business, and 'twon't take but a second. Calc'late you kin manage that, eh?" "Yes," she said, shortly. "Promise?" "Yes." "G'-by, Sairy."
I told the fool he didn't know any more about voting than the old mule Sairy did, and he said he didn't have to know 'nothin' cep'n his name. He forgot that when they challenged him at the polls, but he voted all the same voted in my face, sir." They lighted their pipes and sang the praises of that idyllic period which they called "before the war," while Eugenia crept away into the shadows.
"I reckon you'll want to do somethin' for the family, now," he said, "seein' yo' ma is well wore out an' the brindle cow died calvin', an' Sairy Jane is a hard worker." Nicholas looked at him without speaking. "Yes?" he said inquiringly, and his voice was dull.
"Got suthin' on to your mind? Commence unloadin' it before it busts your back." "It's Sarah," said Nahum, helplessly. "Um!... Sairy, eh? What's Sairy up to?" "I don't seem to gather, Mr. Baines. She's she's difficult. Something seems to be working in her head." "Twenty-two, hain't she? Twenty-two?... Prob'ly a number of things a-workin' in her head. Got any special symptoms?"
I saw a French lad whip off his coat when a gunner called for a wad, and another, who had been a scavenger, snatch the rammer from Pearce's hands when he staggered with a grape-shot through his chest. Poor Jack Pearce! He did not live to see the work 'Scolding Sairy' was to do that night. I had but dragged him beyond reach of the recoil when he was gone. Then a cry came floating down from aloft.
In the region of low comedy he is easily the most original, the most inexhaustible, the most wonderful, of modern humorists. Creations such as Mrs. Nickleby, Mr. Micawber, Sam Weller, Sairy Gamp, take rank with Falstaff and Dogberry; while many others, like Dick Swiveller, Stiggins, Chadband, Mrs. Jellyby, and Julia Mills, are almost equally good.
"I wish I had stolen away last night." "Don't ye get killed!" answered Sairy sharply. "That's what I'm afraid of. I know you'll go riskin' yourself!" "God bless you," said Tom. "You've been like a son to us these five years. Don't you forget to write." "I won't," answered Allan. "I'll write you long letters. And I won't get killed, Aunt Sairy. I'll take the best of care."
To many of the men home was over there home, wife, child, mother all hopelessly out of reach. Allan Gold had no wife nor child nor mother, but he thought of Sairy and Tom, and he wondered if Sairy were making gingerbread. He tried to smell it again, and to feel the warmth of her kitchen but then he knew too well that she was not making gingerbread!
You must stay with me to-night, and I'll watch over you like Sairy Gamp." So far from responding to Amy's playful and friendly words, Miss Hargrove said, hastily, "Oh, no, I had better go right on home. I don't feel very well, and shall be better at home; and I must begin to get ready to-morrow for my return to the city."
I said nothing, 'cause you'd tole me never to interrup' a lady when she was a-talkin'. She kep' on a-talkin' till we got to the Court House, where Mis' Janssen bought a licence. Then we hunted a minister. Bimeby, he ast me if I was willin' to take Sairy Anne Janssen to be my wife " "An' ye said NO, my own Johnnie?" "That's what I done, Uncle Abram.
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