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Captain Cai released just then from his wrapper turned and stared at him. "I had it from the Postmistress," Mr Philp's tone was matter-of-fact, his gaze unabashed. "Bein' paralytic, Rogers did your business with the widow by letter; he keeps a type-writin' machine an' pays Tabb's girl three shillin' a-week to work it. The paper's thin, as I've had a mind to warn 'er more than once."
You must give a great deal of love to Fitzhugh, Tabb, my grandson Robert, and all with you. "Most truly and affectionately, "R. E. Lee. "P. S. Monday. Your note of the 6th with Colonel Allen's letter has just been received. I am very sorry to hear of Tabb's sickness. I hope that she will be well by the time of my arrival. I shall be glad to see Markie. "R. E. Lee. "Mrs. R. E. Lee."
"I I take it very kindly, ma'am." "'Tis a funny time o' the year to be plantin' roses, isn't it?" asked Fancy. "Eh?" In the dusk Mrs Bosenna treated her to a disapproving stare. "Is that Elijah Tabb's child? . . . You've grown such a lot lately, I hardly recognised you." "I noticed that," said the child with composure, "though I didn't guess the reason.
"And you're Tabb's child. . . . You don't tell me that was Lijah Tabb, as used to be master o' the Uncle an' Aunt?" "I don't tell you anything," said the child, and added, "he's a different man altogether." "That's curious now." Captain Cai walked on a pace or two and halted again. "But you're Tabb's child," he insisted. "And, by the trick of his voice, if that wasn't Lijah "
In the middle of the sandheap was a pit, which appeared to be somebody's grave; and somewhere in the background, on the far side of the pit, stood Mrs Bosenna and Tabb's girl together, the one watching with a queer smile, while the other kept repeating, "He's going to hell. He couldn't change his habits, and it's high time the Quay was improved."
I'm going to have a fellow there, an awfully rich fellow want to interest him in some things, and I've invited him down. He is young Router, the son of the great Router, you know who he is?" "Well, no, I don't believe I do. Good-by. Sorry I can't come; but I have an engagement." "What is it?" "To play mumble-the-peg with some boys: Haile Tabb's boys." "Oh! hang the boys! Come up to dinner.
"Ruination, Philp tells me that's if you choose to believe Philp." "I've better information than Philp's, I'm sorry to say." "Whose?" "Fancy Tabb's." "She didn' tell me so when I saw her to-day." That child don't speak at random. I don't see, though, as it makes much difference, up or down?" "No difference?"
Sometimes they would almost catch me; I had to run away from Mr. Tabb's plantation and live in the fields and in the woods. I didn't know what a bed was from one week to another. I would sleep in a cornfield tonight, up in the branches of a tree tomorrow night, and buried in a haypile the next night; the River, where I had carried so many across myself, was no good to me; it was watched too close.
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