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Drawing me to her, she said, "I'll take you, too, Davy." "When you marry that wuthless Tom McChesney," said her grandfather, testily. "He's not wuthless," said Polly hotly, "he's the best man in Rutherford's army. He'll git more sculps then any of 'em, you see." "Tavy is ein gut poy," Hans put in, for he had recovered his composure. "I wish much he stay mit me."
But all th' good hot grub yeh can eat. B'Gawd, I hung around there long as I could till th' ol' man fired me. 'Git t' hell outa here, yeh wuthless skunk, git t' hell outa here, an' go die, he ses. 'You're a hell of a father, I ses, 'you are, an' I quit 'im."
"Groundhog done tole me to." "I'd like to celebrate his razzled head offen him," exploded the Deacon. "I'll welt him into dog's meat hash if I kin lay my hands on him. He's too mean and wuthless to even associate with mules. If I'd a dog on my place as onery as he is I'd give him a button before night. He's not content with bein' a skunk himself; he wants to drag everybody else down to his level.
The Major stayed in town for the evening mail and drove home after dark, alone, but complacent, almost jovial. He had got three valentines. At Widewood that same hour there was deep silence. Since the first of the year the only hands left on the place were a decrepit old negro and wife, whom even he pronounced "wuthless," quartered beyond the stable-yard's farther fence.
"Yes," leered the old woman—and she grinned the whole horrid length of her empty gums—"the most of ’em does. But you must shet your eyes to it. The moment they know you swallow it, they’s wuthless, like horses that has run away once." "Hark!" said Eudora. "Ain’t that wheels?" "It be," answered her mother. "It be that old Ma’am Yellett after her gov’ment." Mrs. Yellett And Her "Gov’ment"
But the business ain't wot it used to be. I want 'er to get out of it. I don't want 'er marrying some wuthless 'Kinker' or even a decent 'Joy. Mrs. Braddock 'as done worlds for 'er, mind you, but it's the men she's associated with that I objects to. They're they're too much like me. That's wot I mean, Jacky. Would you mind just conversing with 'er friendly like from time to time?
Drawing me to her, she said, "I'll take you, too, Davy." "When you marry that wuthless Tom McChesney," said her grandfather, testily. "He's not wuthless," said Polly hotly, "he's the best man in Rutherford's army. He'll git more sculps then any of 'em, you see." "Tavy is ein gut poy," Hans put in, for he had recovered his composure. "I wish much he stay mit me."
"Anythin' more 't I c'n oblige ye about?" There was no answer. "I asked you," said David, raising his voice and rising to his feet, "if you had any further bus'nis with me." "I dunno's I have," was the sullen response. "All right," said David. "That bein' the case, an' as I've got somethin' to do beside wastin' my time on such wuthless pups as you be, I'll thank you to git out.
'I'm paying missel an yo, Reuben Grieve, for t' keep o' two wuthless brats as cost moor nor they pays, she said, with an accent which somehow sent a shiver through Reuben. 'I don't keep udder foaks' childer fur nothin. 'Yo've had moor nor they cost for seven year, said Reuben, with the same thick tense utterance. 'Yo should let Davy ha it, an gie him a trade.
"Whose rig is that?" I asked, pointing to the carriage. "Belongs to a man name of Gowdy," the mover told me. "Got a hell-slew of wuthless land in Monterey County an' is going out to settle on it." "How do you know it's worthless?" I inquired pretty sharply; for a man must stand up for his own place whether he's ever seen it or not. "They say so," said he. "Why?" I asked.
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