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When I got here, the safe was open and this man making for the window." Miss Trimble scratched her chin caressingly with the revolver, and remained for a moment in thought. Then she turned to Jimmy like a striking rattlesnake. "Y' gotta pull someth'g better th'n that," she said. "I got y'r number. Y're caught with th' goods." "No!" cried Ann. "Yes!" said Mrs. Pett. "The thing is obvious."
Flora says he niver see more th'n one jist one big, long, ugly-faced horrible black one; the same one comin' back an' makin' a fizzin' n'ise at um iv'ry time he had the fit on um. 'Twas alw'ys the same snake; an' he'd holler at Flora. 'Here it comes ag'in, oh, me soul! he'd holler.
"The very words I was a-sayin' no longer ago th'n this minute to Sister Utterback, 'n' she'll tell you so herself. Sh-she, look at that-air rag ladder, sh-she; 'n' s'I, yes, LOOK at it, s'I what COULD he a-wanted of it, s'I. Sh-she, Sister Hotchkiss, sh-she " "But how in the nation'd they ever GIT that grindstone IN there, ANYWAY? 'n' who dug that-air HOLE? 'n' who " "My very WORDS, Brer Penrod!
"The very words I was a-sayin' no longer ago th'n this minute to Sister Utterback, 'n' she'll tell you so herself. Sh-she, look at that-air rag ladder, sh-she; 'n' s'I, yes, LOOK at it, s'I what COULD he a-wanted of it, s'I. Sh-she, Sister Hotchkiss, sh-she " "But how in the nation'd they ever GIT that grindstone IN there, ANYWAY? 'n' who dug that-air HOLE? 'n' who " "My very WORDS, Brer Penrod!
But I'd go to work to-morrow, if I had the chance." "Not me," began 'Jolly Joe, as soon as the tall tramp had finished, "I'd sooner be a hobo th'n anythin' else I know. In the first place, I'm not like 'Hatchet Ben, I don't like work an' I don't do any unless I have to, an' then besides, there's more exercise for my talents in this business.
Hy-guy!" he ejaculated, beads of sweat standing out on his forehead, "I'd ruther lay deown an' die th'n face them air women." "Thar, thar!" soothingly spoke Angy, laying her hand on his arm. "Thar, thar, Father! Jest think haow dretful I'd feel a-goin' deown without yer." "So you would!" strangely comforted. "So you would, my dear!" For her sake he tried to brighten up.
"Some o' the po' whites down in the gullies talk about it, but thar's mo' difference between the folks in the gullies an' on the Ridge th'n there is between the mount'ns an' the Blue Grass. They are different, an' they look different, too." "Bill Wilsh certainly does," agreed Hamilton, "but I thought at first it was because he was tired out with a long walk after a day's work."
I reckon their skulls are too thin or maybe it's jes' because they're not black, seem' that it's harder fo' a mulatto th'n a full-blood negro." Working under a blazing sun and a haze of heat, without any shade in sight. "You would make all the negroes cotton planters?"
"I can't think what you are making all this fuss about." "Th'n why did y' sit in at a plot to kidnap this boy?" "That, of course ha, ha! might seem at first sight to require a little explanation." "Y' admit it, then?" "Yes. As a matter of fact, I did have the idea of kidnapping Ogden. Wanted to send him to a dogs' hospital, if you understand what I mean."
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