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I'm trimblin' like ez ef I had a'ager, thess a-startin' in with 'im an seein' me give way might make her nervious. You take 'im to her, and lemme come in sort o' unconcerned terreckly, after she an' him've kind o' got acquainted. Dast you hold 'im that-a-way, doctor, 'thout no support to 'is spinal colume? I s'pose he is too sof' to snap, but I wouldn't resk it.
"Look out you don' broke your back," warned the other. "Dis Chilkoot she's bad bizness. She's keel a lot of dese sof' fellers. Dey get seeck in de back. You hear 'bout it?" "Spinal meningitis. It's partly from exposure." "Dat's him! Don' never carry too moch; don' be in soch hurry." Phillips laughed at this caution. "Why, we have to hurry," said he.
The sun appears to beat in vain at the casement sof this silent house, which has a curiously sullen and defiant air, as if it had desperately and successfully barricaded itself against the approach of morning; yet if one were standing in the room that leads from the bed-chamber on the ground-floor the room with the latticed window one would see a ray of light thrust through a chink of the shutters, and pointing like a human finger at an object which lies by the hearth.
Come to the foot of your bed." Ambrose obeyed. Reaching the spot he said: "Speak again." "Here," the voice whispered. "I mak' a hole in the mud. Put your ear down and I spik sof'." Ambrose identified the spot whence the sound issued. He put his lips to it. "Who are you?" he whispered. "Nesis," came the softly breathed answer. "I your friend."
But my lordship, whenebber he's palabering ob his sof' nonsense to her, he call her, so he do, Fustunner! I s'pose 'cause, when she quarrel wid him, she make fuss 'nough to stun a miller." "And this woman you say was my daughter's enemy?" "Well, I reckon, marster, as you would call her sich, ef you heerd de plot she and my lordship and de shamwalley made up 'gin my ladyship."
What has she done this time?" Inquiries followed. "Yas ma'am. I done wash 'em good dis time. I wash 'em wid dat sof' soap what Aunt Sally done made befo' she took sick!" And then for more than a week all went serenely. Now dessert was being brought on. Mrs. Bonnell always served it.
"O! my sweet familiarity! you knows I knows it! But yo' sof' eyes is shot me th'oo to that estent that I don't know what I does know! I jess sets here in the emba'ssment o' my complacency a won'de'n' what you takes me faw!" "How does you know I's tuck you at all yit; is I said so, Mr. Saampson? Don't you tetch me, seh! right here in full sight o' de house! You's too late, seh! too late!
Does Injun is step ver' sof' an' go on bunk of Pierre Cadotte. Pierre Cadotte is mak' de beeg cry. Dick Henderson say he no see dose Injun no more, an' he fin' de door shut' Ba Pierre Cadotte, she's go dead. He is mak' wan beeg hole in hees ches'." "Some enemy, some robber frightened Away because the Henderson man woke up, probably," suggested Ned Trent.
I t'ink the same, but I say to him: 'Your head not feel right him too sof'. He shake his head and go down to the field for his horse and ox, and hitch them up together, and go to work making a road. "It is about ten o'clock when the dam thing come. Piff! go a hot splash of air in my face, and then I know that it is all up with Gal Bargon.
Ef'n de briars wouldn't come out'n it soon ez she laid her han' on 'em, Ole Miss she turnt up her nose en thowed de wool on ter de niggers' pile. Hit had ter be pisonous white en sof fo' hit 'ud tech Ole Missusses skin. Noner yo' nappy stuff done come near her." Uncle Ish chuckled and hung his head on his breast. "Doze wuz times!" he cried, "doze wuz times, en dese ain't times!"
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