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"Perhaps you expect your meals will be brought up to you?" said Mr. Tucker, with a sneer. "I haven't thought about it particularly," said Philip coolly. "You may think you're spitin' me by not eatin' anything," observed Mr. Tucker, who was rather alarmed lest Philip might have made up his mind to starve himself. This would be embarrassing, for it would make an investigation necessary.
"Don't say it, Miss Ann! We won't never be called on ter depart from Buck Hill 'til we's good an' ready not whilst Marse Bob Bucknor's prodigy is livin', an' Mr. Jeff the spitin' image of his gran'dad.
Sure Ma always said that God can do His work with quare tools; and now, Da, I'll slip off to bed, and you'll pretend you're stealin' a march on me, and he'll enjoy himself all the more if he thinks he's spitin' me. Oh, Da, I wish I knew it was right maybe it's ruinin' your soul I am, puttin' you up to such wickedness, but I'll be prayin' for you as hard as I can." Da looked worried.
I think them wander-in' cheap-wits likes the fun on't an' 'scapes stiddy work, an' gits the rovin' habit so fixed, it sp'iles 'em." "My gran'ther was to the South Seas in his young days," related Mrs. Forder, impressively, "an' he said cussin' was common there. I mean sober spitin' with a cuss.
"Peter laughed, silently enjoying his brother's discomfiture, and then suddenly broke out, "'Now, what's the use, sir, of spitin' yourself? You've lost the coult, and the woman is bound to have her way. Sure, an' if you don't tie the knot, all they're to do is to sind over to Father Cahill "'The hedge priest is it? No, I'll marry them. Let them come in, Mrs.
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