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Updated: June 7, 2025
Aunt Hominy's voice came in blank monologue out of the background: "He tuk dat debbil's hat, chillen, an' measured us in wid little Vessy."
She unloosed it, and her father recognized from where he sat his notes of hand and mortgages. "Gracious God, my darling!" exclaimed Judge Custis, "how came you by those papers?" "They are to be mine to-night, father in one hour. The moment they become mine they will be yours." "Why, Vessy," said the Judge, "if they are yours even to keep a minute, the shortest way with them is up the chimney!"
"Honey," she exclaimed to Virgie, "jess you take in dis yer dried lizzer an' dis cammermile, an' drap de lizzer in dat ole hat, an' sprinkle de flo' whar ole Meshach sots wi' de cammermile, an' say 'Shoo! Maybe it'll spile his measurin' of Miss Vessy in." "No, aunty, if old Meshach measured me in, I wouldn't make the family ashamed before him.
"The girl's face preserved its respect with difficulty as she heard the last part of the sentence, but she replied to What she understood to be a warning by saying: "Miss Vessy, I never tell anybody tales." "No, dear, you do not. I only feared you might forget the very different view we must take of Mr. Milburn from his former life here."
Miss Vessy is powerful wise, and maybe she'll get the better of that wicked hat." "Yes," said Roxy, "she's good, Aunt Hominy, an' says her prayers every night and mornin'. I've heard tell that witches can't hear the Lord's name, and stay, nohow.
The Judge looked up in terror, and, meeting Vesta's pale but steady gaze, hid his face and groaned: "Oh! it is too disgraceful to tell. It will break your mother's heart." "Tell me at once!" exclaimed Vesta, in a low and hollow tone. "What further disgrace can this monster inflict upon us than to expose our dishonor? Can he kill us more than that?" "I know not how to tell you, Vessy.
As Vesta pushed open the old, seasoned door it dragged along the floor, and the loose iron bar and padlock, dropping down, made a ring that brought an echo like a tomb's out of the hollow interior. "'Deed, Miss Vessy, I'm 'fraid to go in there," Virgie said. "You are not to come in till I call you. But hear that bird rioting in song! Does Mr. Milburn keep birds?" "I can't tell, Miss Vessy.
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