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Updated: June 12, 2025
And when he went away he looked so queer so white-like and somethin' inside me has been singing ever since. I don't know what it is, Peter. But it's there!" And then, after a moment. "Peter," she whispered, "I wish Mister Jolly Roger would take us away!"
He threw his leg half jauntily over the end of the table and said: "No no, thanks; I'd rather not sit." His forehead was dripping with perspiration. He took out his handkerchief and dried it. His eyes were a little heavy, but his complexion was a delicate and unnatural pink and white-like a piece of fine porcelain. It was a face without care, without vice, without fear, and without morals.
She neither moved nor moaned; and her face shone strangely white. It was as if an invisible moon had thrown a feeble light over it. The boy remembered that when his grandfather had died, his face had also become so strangely white-like. And he understood that the old woman who lay on the cabin floor must be dead.
She looked white-like as she beheld the bursting of the sprays, the green seas that sometimes poured upon the forecastle, and the perpetual bounding and swooping of the boat among the billows; but she stood firmly by her father's orders. "My father, James More, will have arranged it so," was her first word and her last.
He threw his leg half jauntily over the end of the table and said: "No no, thanks; I'd rather not sit." His forehead was dripping with perspiration. He took out his handkerchief and dried it. His eyes were a little heavy, but his complexion was a delicate and unnatural pink and white-like a piece of fine porcelain. It was a face without care, without vice, without fear, and without morals.
She looked white-like as she beheld the bursting of the sprays, the green seas that sometimes poured upon the forecastle, and the perpetual bounding and swooping of the boat among the billows; but she stood firmly by her father's orders. "My father, James More, will have arranged it so," was her first word and her last.
And when he went away he looked so queer so white-like and somethin' inside me has been singing ever since. I don't know what it is, Peter. But it's there!" And then, after a moment. "Peter," she whispered, "I wish Mister Jolly Roger would take us away!"
We look everywhere in de hay-top, in de cotton gin-house, out on de prairie everywhere. Den I saw Miss May dat's yer granma, turn white-like, an' she say, 'Oh Delphy, oh James' dat's yer grandpa 'de ole well in de field! de ole well in de field! "Over in de bayou-field it done full up now, ole Mas' had a well dug to water de hosses out in. It war kivered up wid some bodes.
She looked white-like as she beheld the bursting of the sprays, the green seas that sometimes poured upon the fore-castle, and the perpetual bounding and swooping of the boat among the billows; but she stood firmly by her father's orders. "My father, James More, will have arranged it so," was her first word and her last.
There were two young men that went from here to the States that's Boston, ye know. Well, pretty soon one, that was named M'Pherson, came back, looking so white-like and ill that nothing would do him any good. He drooped and he died. Well, years after, the other, whose name was McVey, came back. He was of the same wicked stock as the old folks I've been telling ye of.
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