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Updated: June 27, 2025
I'm so'y. Because I know he woon like it, I know, if he fine that you know he's been bawing money to me. Well, Misses Wiley, in fact, thass a ve'y fine gen'leman and lady that Mistoo and Misses Itchlin, in fact?" "Well, now, Mr. Narcisse, ye'r about right? She's just too good to live and he's not much better ha! ha!" She checked her jesting mood. "Yes, sur, they're very peaceable, quiet people.
"Then Efaw Kotee want to know why kill guard on mainland." "That's so. But, Smilax, suppose we hide the guards?" He thought a moment over this, but finally shook his head. "No good. Then Efaw Kotee say guard run off with Lady, so he come back 'cross prairie same as up and down shore. That make our chance ve'y bad. No. They find men dead, then hunt quick through forest up beach; maybe down beach.
"Pardon," I murmured; "did you spe' has any one been speaking and I have failed to give attention?" "O no, sir! I sink not! Vell, you are velcome to all you haf heardt; but I am ve'y much oblige' to you for yo' 'hmm. It vas se right sing in se right place. But do you not sink I shouldt haf been a pre-eacheh? I love to preach."
"Mother was married at sixteen! Weren't you, dearest?" "I certainly was; but I am a bad rebel and you are good little Yankees; and good little Yankees wait till they're twenty odd befo' they do anything ve'y ridiculous." "We expect to wait," said Paige, with a dignified glance at her sister. "You've four years to wait, then," laughed Marye.
You're won'rin' where bride is an' feel del'cacy 'bout askin'. She's in state-room oth' end the car, locked in. She's not 'zactly locked in, but I'm locked out. Mrs. March; ve'y mush annoyed." He put on a frown. "I'm afraid I can't, Ravenel. I've a good notion to get off at the next station." "Tha's jus' what I's goin' t' ash you t' do. I'll stan' 'spence, John. You shan't lose anything."
"I certainly am becoming ve'y tired of leaving the field to my sister-in-law, and my schoolgirl daughters." "Does anybody ever look at us after you come into a room?" asked Ailsa, laughing; and, turning impulsively, she pressed Celia's pretty hands flat together and kissed them. "You darling," she said. An unaccountable sense of expectancy almost of exhilaration was taking possession of her.
They were ve'y happy here and quite safe and well treated. . . . And everyone has deserted, old and young! toting their bundles and baskets on their silly haids every negro on Paigecourt plantation, every servant in this house except Peter and Sadie has gone with the contrabands . . . I'm sure I don't know what these soldiers are cooking in the kitchen.
But one mawnin' she said she'd dreamp' dat night dat Skundus wuz gwine ter come back; en' sho' 'nuff, de ve'y nex' mawnin' who sh'd come walkin' out in de fiel' wid his hoe on his shoulder but Skundus, rubbin' his eyes ez ef he hadn' got waked up good yit.
"All dis time, yo' know, Marse Chan wuz agoin' back'ads an' for'ads to college, an' wuz growed up a ve'y fine young man. He wuz a ve'y likely gent'man!
Kings and queens don't have anything on their tables half as good as one of your ash-cakes, with a glass of cool butter-milk." "Dat so, Honey?" she queried, with wonder. "Den you sho'ly shall have some, right away. Mammy churn dis ve'y mornin', and dars a pitcher of buttermilk coolin' in de spring dis minute.
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