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"I should like that better, I believe," said March. "Well, I shouldn't wonder if you did. Curious, but Miss Woodburn isn't at all your idea of a Southern girl.
"Only way he shows his years he ain't so fond of fallin' as he was. And I don't blame him. Round about forty a man begins to get a bit brittle like." He lilted off after his jockey. Goosey Gander stood stripped of everything but his bridle, with dark flanks and lowered head reaching at his bit. He was a typical Woodburn horse: a great upstanding bay, full of bone and quality. But he showed wear.
Then she turned, as he felt, perversely, and went on talking with Fulkerson and left him to Miss Woodburn. She finally recognized his disappointment: "Ah don't often get a chance at you, Mr. Beaton, and Ah'm just goin' to toak yo' to death. Yo' have been Soath yo'self, and yo' know ho' we do toak." "I've survived to say yes," Beaton admitted.
Mah goodness! we have to cyoant the coast so much nowadays; it seems to me we do nothing but cyoant it. Ah'd like to hah something once without askin' the price." "Well, if you didn't ask it," said Alma, "I don't believe Mr. Wetmore would ever know what the price of his lessons was. He has to think, when you ask him." "Why, he most be chomming," said Miss Woodburn.
"No, my friends," said a tall, stout, broad-chested man, with a clear, frank, and fearless countenance, who, having arrived at the spot as Woodburn began to speak, had been standing outside of the crowd, silently listening to the remarks of the different speakers, "no, my friends; when the time just predicted arrives, it will no longer be as it has been with any of us.
Throwing a look of silent scorn on his contemptible foe, Woodburn, having been anxiously casting about him in thought for some means of rescuing the ill-fated girl from her impending doom, now, with the air of one acting only on his own responsibility, hastily called on his companions to follow him, and led the way, with rapid strides, down along the banks of the stream, as near the main channel as the water and ice, already bursting over the banks into the road, would permit.
Middleton had just vacated. Julia did not refuse, but Dr. Lacey, freeing himself from Florence, said, "Excuse me tonight, Miss Woodburn. Perhaps at some other time I will comply with your request," then bowing, he left the veranda and went to his own room. When there he strove to recall the events of the evening, and the words he had involuntarily spoken to Julia.
Whether he will write again to Woodburn about Josiah or not, no one can say. Woodburn did tell me that if at any time he could easily get hold of his slave, he would feel it to be a duty to make use of the Fugitive-Slave Law. I do not think he will be very eager, but after all it is uncertain, and if I were Josiah, I would run away."
"O, wrong wickedly wrong! and, if no one will go, I must," cried Woodburn, turning hastily from the spot, and making his way down the hill towards the river with all the speed he was master of.
But go, and God prosper you to take him, and with him that mischievous document. And one thing more: if you live to reach Manchester, tell that Council of Safety, that if they don't do something soon, we, the people, will set up for ourselves in war-making. I, for one, don't believe I can keep my hands off my rifle three days longer." "Ay, ay," said Woodburn, springing into his saddle.
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