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After the prayer, with which Aunt Patsy signified her entire satisfaction by frequent Amens, the company joined in the vigorous singing of a hymn, in which they stated that they were "gwine down to Jurdun, an' tho' the road is rough, when once we shuh we git dar, we all be glad enough; de rocks an' de stones, an' de jolts to de bones will be nuffin' to de glory an' de jiy."
"She tole me so herse'f, an' ef she's lef' alone she's gwine ter do it city fashion. But one thing's sartin shuh, Letty, if ole miss do fin' out wot's gwine on, she'll be back h'yar in no time! She know well 'nuf dat dat Miss Null ain't got no right to come an' boss dis h'yar farm. Who's she, anyway?" "Dunno," answered Letty.
Apples is mighty skarse dis fall, an' I kin git two dollars a bar'l for 'em in town. Now, if I was ter sell three bar'ls of apples I'd hab dat dar six dollars, sartin shuh. Don' you see dat, Brudder 'Bijah?" "Dat's all clar 'nuf," said the minister, "but whar you gwine ter git three bar'ls o' apples?
Morris, gathering up his reins. "And, by the way, Grandison, do you expect to make that payment on your place which is due next week?" "Yaas, sah, sartin shuh," said Grandison. "I done tole you I'd do it, Mahs'r Morris, an' I 'tends ter stick ter de truf." "Now, den," said Grandison, in a tone of triumph, when Mr.
He was a keen man and an excellent judge of what was enough. "Shuh! Don't I know that, Jim! Why, after that big bloke licked the stuffin' out of you the other night, the boys said: 'Well, that's the last o' that little differculty! Jim Hackley'll never foller that up none, they says. And what'd I say?" "Well, what'd you say?" "I says, 'Hell! I says. 'You boys don't know Jim Hackley!"
Aunt Jane regarded me for a moment with a look of pitying allowance, such as one bestows on a child who doesn't know any better than to ask stupid questions. "Shuh, child," she said with careless brevity, "Abram couldn't 'a' done such a thing as that." "There's one thing I'd like mighty well to see again before I die," said Aunt Jane, "and that is a good, old-fashioned fair.
Dem dat's in it is Mahs' Junius an' Mister Crof'." "Are you sure of that?" exclaimed Miss Roberta in astonishment. "Look again." "Yaas'm," replied Peggy. "I's sartin shuh. But dey jes gwine behin' de trees now." The road was not again visible for some distance, but when the buggy reappeared Peggy gave a start, and exclaimed: "Dar's on'y one pusson in it now, Miss Rob."
But ain't I glad," said his host with a sly chuckle, "that nobody sees you taking these drinks on the quiet, which we know you need bad for your health." Mr. Hackley set down his glass again, this time with something of a bang. "How's that?" he demanded suspiciously. Ryan laughed deprecatingly. While doing so, he manipulated the tall dark bottle again. "Shuh!" said he.
U Siem Synteng u la pom ia u tukra-tukra, u la bred ia ki kyjat ki kti sha jingngai, bad u la tharai ba u'n ym im shuh, pynban tang la mynstep u la im hi kumjuh, u la iaid ia ki lad ki dong ban sywait ia ki nongshun. U Siem Synteng u la shitom shibun ia u bad u la duh buit ruh da kumno yn leh ba'n jop ia u, haba shi sin ar sin la pyniap u shu im pat kumjuh pakumjuh.
Nalor une U Mawlong Siem ki Máwsmái ki don shuh ki Ryngkew hajan shgong, uwei U Rangjadong bad uwei pat U Ramsong. Ia kine ki kñia. Une U Mawlong Siem u long u blei uba khráw shibún bad uba eh. Ki para blei kim núd ban ia leh thyma ia ki. U don kawai ka khún kaba kyrteng "Ka Khymat Kharái," u blei ki Umwái u i-bha ia ka, hinrei um lah poi namar U Máwlong Siem úm sngewbha ia u.
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