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"I suppose she'll leave him a large legacy in her will." "I 'spect you is right, Massah St. John; dat boy will be pervided for, suah as my name's Ben." "You talk as if you already knew something of this?" said St. John quickly. "I does know somet'ing, sah." "Has my aunt ever spoken to you on the subject, Ben?" "I don't know as I ought to answer dat dar question, Massah St. John."

Oscar clambered up beside them. "Ay tal you somet'ing " he began. But the dog yelped suddenly. A sharp voice cut across to them: "Kelly! What the devil's going on here? What are you about? Who's that with you?" "Farwell!" Dunne whispered. "Did you light the fuses, Oscar?" "Sure t'ing," Oscar replied. Proud of the phrase, he repeated it. "She ban light, all right." "When'll she fire? Quick, now?"

"You see," said Verkimier, in a low voice, to Nigel, as he went a step in advance peering up into the trees, with rifle at the "ready" and bending a little as if by that means he better avoided the chance of being seen. "You see, I came to Borneo for zee express purpose of obtaining zee great man-monkey and vatching his habits. Hush! Do I not hear somet'ing?"

Louisette's eyes danced, and her lips were red and tempting. Ma'am Mouton's face relaxed as the small brown hands relieved hers of their burden. "Sylves', has he come yet?" asked the red mouth. "Mais non, ma chere," said Ma'am Mouton, sadly, "I can' tell fo' w'y he no come home soon dese day. Ah me, I feel lak' somet'ing goin' happen. He so strange."

Sometam I sleep li'l bit, but when she stir an' moan I spik to her an' sing again until-she know my voice." 'Poleon paused; the old men watched his working face. "M'sieu's," he went on, "I'm lonely man. I got no frien's, no family; I live in dreams. Dat's all I got in dis whole worl' jus' dreams. One dream is dis, dat some day I'm going find somet'ing to love, somet'ing dat will love me.

I tell you somet'ing now: dis li'l gal she's come to mean whole lot for me. At firs' I'm sorry, de same lak you feel. Sure! But bimeby I get to know her, for she talk, talk all tam she talk, lak crazee person, an' I learn to know her soul, her life. Her soul is w'ite, m'sieu's, it's w'ite an' beautiful; her life I lit 'im together in little piece, lak broken dish.

'Render good for evil, says this book, and that is the law for the red man as well as for the white man." "Never hear such law among Delaware, or among Iroquois " answered Hist soothingly. "No good to tell chiefs any such laws as dat. Tell 'em somet'ing they believe." Hist was about to proceed, notwithstanding, when a tap on the shoulder from the finger of the oldest chief caused her to look up.

"Der's a time for trade, and a time for gib, and you must do de genteel t'ing, and nebber consider wha's de 'spense of it, or de profit. De nigger hab he task in de cornfiel', and he hab for do um; but 'spose maussa wants he nigger to do somet'ing dat aint in he task dat's to say in de nigger own time wha' den? He pays um han'some for it.

"Is dat yo', Massah Dick?" "Yes, Aleck. What brings you?" "I dun discovered somet'ing, sah." "What?" "Dat udder party dun come up an' is in de woods back ob dis, house." "In camp?" "No; dare is a Frenchman wot is talkin' to dah chap wot runs dis shebang, sah." "Perhaps he wants accommodations," mused Dick. "Can't say about dat, sah. But de fellers who come up hab a lot ob ropes wid 'em."

When he reached the living-room she stood there calm and casual, with quite the air of one entering for the first time. "Mees T'orne, she ask me see if Reek, he wan' somet'ing," she explained, with a flash of her white teeth. "He doesn't," returned Buck shortly, eyeing the woman intently. "If he does, he'll ring the bell." "Ver' good," she nodded. "I leave the door open to 'ear."