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'No, sar, he neber axed me; but I can't tell you no more. P'raps Scipio will, ef you ax him. 'Oh! I see; you're in that league, of which Scip is a leader. You'll get into trouble, sure, I replied, in a quick, decided tone, which startled him. 'You tole Scipio dat, sar, and what did he tell you? 'That he didn't care for his life.
Scip. And do you complain of that, Berganza? Berg. Nay; have I not reason to complain, since I feel the pain even now; and since it appears to me that my good intentions merited no such chastisement? Scip. Look you, Berganza, no one should interfere where he is not wanted, nor take upon himself a business that in no wise is his concern.
The number of my room was 1907 and my colored friend here had the apartment next to mine." "Yah, yah," laughed Scip, "we bof did our time together, suah." This new claim on Swanson's friendship had its effect, and the generous quantities of whisky which he had swallowed having put him into an extraordinary good humor, he threw his arms around the doctor and vowed he would keep him all his life.
I've seen 'em tie the women up, strip 'em naked to their waist and whip 'am till the blood run down their backs. They had a nigger whipper, too. "I was born in Salem, Alabama. I came up here about twenty-five years ago. "Isaac Adair was the name of the old man who owned me. He owned my mother and father too, Hester and Scip. Their last name was Adair, the same as their master's.
Coming close to him the doctor said aloud: "Be careful you black imp of Satan; what are you so rough about?" and then followed in a whisper, "the men are both there, Chip." Scip, or rather, Chip, adopting the same tactics, replied: "Honey, I's handlin' dis yeah smoof as cottonseed oil" whispering, "what a rascally-looking lot." The Doctor and Scip were none other than the two detectives.
Creeping on their hands and knees down the hall past Swanson's door, through which his hoarse breathing could be heard, the two men entered the room in which the treasure was stored. The dying embers in the fire- place created a dull glow, showing the Doctor and Scip, booted and spurred, standing in the center of the room.
What has occurred to me since I have been here would take some time to relate. I will just mention a conversation I heard between four invalids, who lay in four beds next each other. It will not take long to tell, and it fits in here quite pat. Scip. Very well; but be quick, for, to the best of my belief, it cannot be far from daylight. Berg.
I will recline on this sofa, said the Alferez, whilst you are reading those dreams or ravings, if you will, which have only this to recommend them, that you may lay them down when you grow tired of them. "Make yourself comfortable," said Peralta; "and I will soon despatch my reading." The Alferez lay down; the licentiate opened the scroll, and found it headed as follows: Scip.
After the blacksmith's shop came the loomhouse, where Scip, the little fat weaver, threw the shuttles and beat up the homespun cloth from morning till night; there, too, were the warping-bars, the winding-blades, and the little quilling-wheel, at which a boy or girl would fill the quills to be in readiness for the shuttles.
I infer either that those two thousand doctors will have patients to treat, and that would be a woful thing, or that they must die of hunger. Scip. Be that as it may, let us talk, portent or no portent; for what heaven has ordained to happen, no human diligence or wit can prevent. Nor is it needful that we should fall to disputing as to the how or the why we talk.
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