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Nobody never in all this worl' mus' live wi' Elsie but of Sophy, I tell you. You don' think I care for Dick? What do I care, if Dick Venner die? He wan's to marry our Elsie so 's to live in the big house 'n' get all the money 'n' all the silver things 'n' all the chists full o' linen 'n' beautiful clothes. That's what Dick wan's. An' he hates Elsie 'cos she don' like him.
T'ink it were one o' dem islands. Reckon ah's a subjec' o' de' worl', boss." Weeks afterward the population of Uncle Sam's ten by fifty-mile strip of tropics was found to have been on February first, 1912, 62,810. No, anxious reader, I am not giving away inside information; the source of my remarks is the public prints. Of the entire population 37,428 were employed by the U. S. government.
Now de people gwine en you kyant stop dem. We knowed 'bout de prokermation ob de gre't Linkum. We know we bin free dis long time. We al'ays know you no right ter keep us slabes. Dis yer God's worl'. Hit don't 'long ter you en misus. He ain't stoppin' ter 'suit you 'bout He doin's. Ef you s'mitted ter He will you'd a gwine 'long easy lak de crops grow in spring-time.
Bonaventure drew back a step or two, suddenly jerked his hat from his head, and came forward again with arms stretched wide and the hat dangling from his hand. "Because because God will not let it sta-a-ay given away! 'Give it shall be give' to you. Every thing given out into God's worl' come back to us roun' God's worl'! Resem'ling the stirring of water in a bucket." But St. Pierre frowned.
I reckon them war right ez 'lowed pore folks like we-uns ain't fit ter run fur office, an' ain't goin' ter git 'lected. I'd never hev dreamt o' sech ef it hedn't been fur you-uns never in this worl'." Walter's voice sunk moodily, and he had a flouting gesture as he turned aside. A vicarious ambition is the most ungrateful of passions.
"I don't believe in injustice, Aun' Sheba," said Ella quietly, conscious meanwhile that her cheeks were getting very red. "De heat am po'ful," Aun' Sheba remarked, sententiously. Then her plump form began to shake with mirth. "Dar now, Missy Ella," she added, "de blin' ole woman kin see as fur in de grin-stone as de next one. He'd stan' up fer you agin de hull worl.
She leaned forward and tapped his shoulder chidingly with two fingers. "I know what you wish the mos' in the worl' you wish to get into mischief. That is it! No, sir, I will jus' take you in han'!" "When will you take me?" he asked boldly.
Doggone it, can't yuh git that log outa there nohow? Uh-h! A big old grunt and a big old heave uh-h! I'll tell the world in words uh one syllable, he's some stayer." "Tell a worl'!" chuckled Lovin Child, and pulled harder at the thing he wanted. "Hey! The kid's got hold of a piece of gunny sack or something. You look out, Bud, or he'll have all that chinkin' out.
"Oh, my Lawd," Euonymus replied, "us know dat!" We reached the pike again. "Rebecca, dismount. Hand me your bridle. Luke, for you-all's better safety I'm going back and return these horses. We may not see one another again " "Oh, Lawdy, Lawdy!" moaned Rebecca. "In dis vain worl' you mean," Luke said. "That's all. Come, don't waste time.
Lovin Child liked that better than being a bear, and sifted Bud's hair full of dried mud, and threw the rest on the floor, and frequently cried "Tell a worl'!" which he had learned from Bud and could say with the uncanny pertinency of a parrot. He had signified a desire to have Bud carry him along the wall, where some lovely lumps of dirt protruded temptingly over a bulging log.
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