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Me, I not like for yoh no trus' Ramon. Looks like not moch yoh lov' Ramon." "I good girl," Annie-Many-Ponies stated simply. "I love my husband when priest says that's right thing to do. You no gets priest, I no go with you. I think mens not much cares for marry all time. Womens not care, they go to hell. That's what priest tells. Girls got to care. That's truth."
Hows'ever, I make great effort, and tell Sally she do jus' what missy say. I tell her to go norf while she can, and promise dat some day or oder Sam join her dar. 'Better for to be parted for ten year, Sally, dan to hab de risk ob you being seize and sold to one master, me to anoder. You trus' Sam to break out some day. He do bery well here for a time.
"Yas'm," replied Mollie, unruffled. "Cose I trus' him, personally but not wid ma valuables." How to own your own home is a problem which confronts the great majority. That it is oftentimes easily solved, however, is revealed by the following simple experience as related by H.M. Perley in Life: How did we do it? Simply by going without everything we needed.
To tell the truth, he had not been able to free himself from a lingering fear lest his mother might come after him, before he could get afloat, with orders for some duty or other on shore; and that would have been worse than going to sea in the little old scow, a good deal. "Reckon it's all right," said Dick as he shoved off. "It'd be an awful risk to trus' dem nice clo'es in de ole boat, suah."
His high-bred old face was quite inscrutable, but presently he said in a serious voice: "Peter occupies a position of trust with me, Rose." "Yeah," mumbled Rose; "I see you trus' him." "One day he is going to do me a service, a very great service, Rose." The hag continued looking at him with a stubborn expression. "You know better than any one else, Rose, my dread of some some unmannerly death "
"Mas'r Benton," said Matthias slowly, "I'm never gwine to tell a lie an' set myself in de place whar Satan hisself can ketch a holt an me. No, sah, 'pears like I'm ready to do what's right, but dat ain't right nohow, an' 'pears, too, its mighty funny you's so scart of dat poor little milk-faced gal. Trus' in de Lord, Mas'r Benton, an' go right on over thar she can't hurt you nohow."
And, commencing at the beginning, I read aloud the words as they came, with pauses at the breaks, something as follows: "Mr. Hor Dear a niece whom yo one too who see the love and trus any other man ca autiful, so char s she in face fo conversation, ery rose has its rose is no exception ely as she is, char tender as she is, s pable of tramplin one who trusted heart . him to he owes a honor ance.
My Molyneux I sen' for, and tell him all, because he show courtesy to the yo'ng Frenchman, and I can trus' him. I trus' you, mademoiselle long ago and would have tol' you ev'rything, excep' jus' because well, for the romance, the fon! You belief? It is so clearly so; you do belief, mademoiselle?" She did not even look at him. M. Beaucaire lifted his hand appealingly toward her.
I tell yoh many times we go on one ranch my brother Tomas says she's be mine. We lives there in fine house weeth mooch flowers, yoh not so moch as lif' one finger for work, querida mia. Yoh theenk I not be trus', me, Ramon what loves yoh?" "No hurt for swears what I tells," Annie-Many-Ponies stepped back from him a pace, distrust creeping into her voice. "All right." Ramon moved nearer.
"Bite yer wedding ring and trus' in Gawd," remarked Mrs Gowler, in the manner of one mechanically repeating a formula. "This is what some of the gay gentlemen could do with." "It's it's terrible," moaned Mavis. "'Cause it's your first. When you've been here a few times, it's as easy as kiss me 'and."
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