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Updated: May 23, 2025
"Eef mademoiselles, your aunts, should get to hear " "Oh, I won't tell." "Then, yes, ma cherie, I think at times all men are fools ... and I think it is also good at times to make a fool of man. For why? Because it is revenge. "Ah, ma cherie, I who have been three times wed I tell you I often think the old-world view is right. Man is the natural enemy of a woman. "He is not to be trus'.
Waldo's quick eye. "Zany, what are you concealing?" she asked, sternly. "What does all this mean?" "Dar now, misus," answered Aun' Jinkey with a certain simple dignity, "we mus' des trus you. I'se yeared you a lubin' serbent ob de Lawd. Ef you is, you am' gwine ter bring mis'ry on mis'ry. We mus' brung Miss Lou roun' sudden 'fo' ole miss comes.
Used to say Ouah Fathuh right in dis same room 'fo' he went to sleep. Ef I 'd 'a' knowed "En dat po' lil w'ite chile's daddy en mammy, dey done raise 'er used to say 'er prayers en laff en sing en trus' de Almighty Gawd " He raised his sinewy arms and shook the gun aloft. "Ah, Gawd Almighty! Gawd Almighty! Whah is You dis night? Whah is You?" cried the old man.
So he put him wid me and den he make my ole head cifer out de cures what fotched him out. Jes' kase he want Marsa for good work, dat's why. What would Ham do curin' him up? No, sah, he not know how, and de Laud no trus' him. "Peter said: 'Aunt Martha, you rather like the Lord, I take it. "'Yes, sah, I do. He be good.
"Howdy, Uncle Leviticus?" said Barbara. The old man lifted his hat again, bowed very low, and looked very happy. "I'm tol'able well, Miss Barb, thank the Lawd, an' hope an' trus' an' pray you're of the same complexion." Still including Barbara in his audience, he went on with an address to Fannie already begun.
Then, controlling herself, she dismissed the servants who stood around, weeping, and led Marie to her room. "Come, honey, lie down an' lem'me git yer a cup ob tea." "Oh, no; I don't want anything," said Marie, wringing her hands in bitter agony. "Oh, honey," said Mam Liza, "yer musn't gib up. Yer knows whar to put yer trus'. Yer can't lean on de arm of flesh in dis tryin' time."
'G'way fum yer, Dave, says I. 'Yer ain' wearin' no ham no mo'; try en fergit 'bout dat; 't ain' gwine ter do yer no good fer ter 'member it. "Look a-yer, Julius, sezee, 'kin yer keep a secret? "'Co'se I kin, Dave, says I. 'I doan go roun' tellin' people w'at yuther folks says ter me. "'Kin I trus' yer, Julius? Will yer cross yo' heart? "I cross' my heart.
She say she free one minit en a slabe nex' minute twel her haid mos' whirl off her shol'ers. Now she say, 'I doan know 'bout dis freedom business; I does know how ter cook en I'se gwinter cook twel dey gets troo a whirlin' back en forth. You says I mus' trus' de Lawd 'bout spooks, Uncle Lusthah. W'y kyant you trus' de Lawd 'bout freedom?"
"I wish you would go below," said the schoolmaster. "Men when intoxicated say things unfit for the ears of young ladies. You go away and leave him to me, Miss Lashcairn." "Louis, you trusted me to take care of you," she said in a low voice. He laughed hysterically until tears ran down his cheeks. "Thass ri', ole girl! Trus' take care of me! Nashly! Father drunkard father dead drunkard!
His eyes crinkled, and he quoted the favorite aphorism of the colored people, when they seem to exercise a meticulous care: "Brer Rabbit say, 'I trus' no mistake." "You are a bold man," said I again, with a respect that made him laugh.
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