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I HATE the act of marriage under such circumstances, and the class of women I should seem to belong to by doing it!" "It seems to me that all depends upon whe'r you think, as everybody else do, that your husband is dead." "Yes I've long ceased to doubt that. I well know what would have brought him back long before this time if he had lived."
Here I is lent ter Mars Jeems dis mont', en I got ter do so-en-so; en ter Mars Archie de nex' mont', en I got ter do so-en-so; den I got ter go ter Miss Jinnie's: en hit's Sandy dis en Sandy dat, en Sandy yer en Sandy dere, tel it 'pears ter me I ain' got no home, ner no marster, ner no mistiss, ner no nuffin'. I can't eben keep a wife: my yuther ole 'oman wuz sole away widout my gittin' a chance fer ter tell her good-by; en now I got ter go off en leab you, Tenie, en I dunno whe'r I'm eber gwine ter see yer ag'in er no.
"Well, suh, you is a stranger ter me, en I is a stranger ter you, en we is bofe strangers ter one anudder, but 'f I 'uz in yo' place, I wouldn' buy dis vimya'd." "Why not?" I asked. "Well, I dunner whe'r you b'lieves in cunj'in er not, some er de w'ite folks don't, er says dey don't, but de truf er de matter is dat dis yer ole vimya'd is goophered." "Is what?"
I hate the act of marriage under such circumstances, and the class of women I should seem to belong to by doing it!" "It seems to me that all depends upon whe'r you think, as everybody else do, that your husband is dead." "I shall get to, I suppose, because I cannot help feeling what would have brought him back long before this time if he had lived."
'Well! do my eyes and ears began Hezzy; and then, balancing his faggot on end against the hedge, he came forward, the others following. 'I knowed in a winking 'twas some great navigator that I see a standing there, said Haymoss. 'But whe'r 'twere a sort of nabob, or a diment- digger, or a lion-hunter, I couldn't so much as guess till I heerd en speak.
'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry, fry, fry, all day long in my poor head, till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. There, God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later, I hope, and relieve me. 'Now, my deafness, said Mr. Swancourt impressively, 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head. Very remarkable, isn't it?
En dat's de reason, Brer Pete, I sont fer you ter fetch dat mule down here. You 'member dat shote I was up ter yo' plantation inquirin' 'bout las' June? "'Yas, says Brer Pete, 'I'member yo' axin' 'bout a shote you had los'. "'I dunno whe'r you eber l'arnt it er no, says de cunjuh man, 'but I done knowed yo' marster's Primus had tuk de shote, en I wuz boun' ter git eben wid 'im.
Dey po'd water ober de mule, en tried ter sober 'im up; but it wa'n't no use, en 'Dolphus had ter take de beef home on his back, en leabe de mule dere, 'tel he slep' off 'is spree. "I doan 'member whe'r I tol' you er no, but w'en Primus disappear' fum de plantation, he lef' a wife behin' 'im, a monst'us good-lookin' yaller gal, name' Sally.
'I don't know, Stephen, his mother said meaningly, 'whe'r you still think about Miss Elfride, but if I were you I wouldn't concern about her. They say that none of old Mrs. Swancourt's money will come to her step-daughter. 'I see the evening has turned out fine; I am going out for a little while to look round the place, he said, evading the direct query.
Den I shif's roun' an' ac' pris'ner's 'torney, an' preach grace tell I gits 'im shoutin' des de same as ole marster use ter do clair a man whe'r or no, guilty or no guilty, step by step, nuver stop tell he'd have de last juryman blowin' 'is nose an' snifflin' an' he'd do it wid swellin' dic'sh'nary words, too! "Dat's de way I works it fus' argify fur de State, den plead fur de pris'ner.
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