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They had reached the stile, by now, the stile with the crooked, lurking nail, and she leaned there, a while, to listen. "I'm sure I heard something, away there on the road!" "I don't!" said Small Porges, stoutly, "so take my hand, please, an' let me 'sist you over the stile." So they crossed the stile, and, presently, came to the brook that was the most impertinent brook in the world.
One of 'em am smashed," answered Clo, ruefully. "No, no; Miss Clory, not as bad as dat," said Dolf; "don't petrificate us wid sich a idee. Jis let me sist yer now." "No, no," cried Clorinda; "wait a minit my foot my foot!" "Hev yer hurt it?" demanded Vic; "let me zamine." "It's my ankle; can't yer understand?"
Miss Carmichael’s individual toilet service, which was neither handsome nor elaborate, impressed Eudora far more potently in ranking Mary as a personage than did her dignity of office as "gov’ment." "I reckon you-uns must have seen Sist’ Judy up to Miz Dax’s. I hope she war lookin’ right well." There was in the inquiry an unmistakable note of pride. The connection was plainly one to be flaunted.
"Well, now, Marse Jim, if de boys got to have water 'foh dey kin lick dem Injun, an' you 'sist on me goin, 'cose den I'll volunteer. Jes' gimme dem cainteens." "All right, Jim." And white Jim smiled grimly. "You'll be safe. We'll cover every head with our guns and you sha'n't be hurt. The spring's in short range. Just fill the canteens, and come back with them."
I can only say that I am surprised at this persistence, and shall in future be under the necessity of shutting my doors against you." Thus Edith, in spite of her severe afflictions, could still speak of the place as hers, and under her orders. "Oh, my dear Miss Dalton," burst forth Mrs. Mowbray, "that is the very reason why I have so in sist ed on seeing you.
"Heh, heh!" he blew through his nostrils. "Six steps nearer, Cuddy." Geth struck him lightly with his spurs. The horse paused by the bank and began rocking slightly. "Sist! be quiet," for they were on the spot Gething wished. The horse gathered himself, started to rear, then sprang into the air, cleared earth-mound and trench and bounded down the hill.
Entering by way of the alley gate one fine forenoon, Sister Eldora found Aunt Dilsey sitting in the kitchen doorway hulling out a mess of late green peas newly picked from the house garden. "Sist' Turner," began the visitor, "I hopes I ain't disturbin' you by runnin' in on you this mawnin'." "Honey," said Aunt Dilsey, "you're jes' ez welcome ez day is frum night.
The advocate of the new order of things sank her voice to a discreet half whisper. "Sist' Turner, we aims at gittin' mo' of de rights dat's due us. We aims to see dat de pore an' de lowly an' de downtrodden-on is purtected in dey rights. We aims " "Num'mine whut you aims at de question is, is you gwine be able hit whar you aims? An' lemme tell you somethin' more, Sist' Eldora Menifee.
But when you meet one of these grim, funereal figures, he pulls off his hat with a politeness which is more than French; he keeps it off, perhaps, while he is speaking; you shake hands and accept his invitation to enter his house. After you are within, he greets you a second time with the same ceremonies, as if you had then first met; he says, "Tak for sist!"
"Why don' yer get up?" demanded Victoria. "I'll 'sist yer, I'll 'sist yer," said Dolf, making another sidelong movement. Clorinda endeavored to help herself, but the effort was a failure, and there she lay covered with confusion, for she could not think of giving the real cause of her continued prostration. The truth was she had knocked one high heel from a pair of Mrs.
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