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"Who air yu er talkin ter Mandy?" said her husband coming to the door and peeping over his wife's shoulder. "I tho't er trader er some sort wus er passin." The wife turned and looked astonished at her husband. "Why fer ther lan sake, what's er comin over ye Teck Pervis? I tho't yer'd be fas er sleep after bein so late ter meetin las nite.
"Would yer like ter know how de fight is goin', Mars'?" "What matters it?" mumbled the old man. "Them things is triflin', after all, now, now." "Is dar anyting yer'd like me ter git, Mars' Joe?" said Bone, through his sobs. The thought of the dying man was darkening fast; he began to mutter about Dode, and George at Harper's Ferry, "Give Coly a warm mash to-night, Bone."
"'Ow did any of us know what yer'd got in your box? Did yer ever show it to me, or Mary Anne there, or any livin' soul in Clinton? Did yer?" She waited, hawk-like, for the answer. "Did yer, John?" repeated Saunders, judicially. John groaned, rocking himself to and fro. "Noa. I niver did I niver did," he said. "Nobbut to Eliza an' she's gone she's gone!"
That I do not question, and shall not attempt to prevent; only, the day that you determine to do so I shall pack up my trunk, ride over to Boyleston, deliver the keys to the superintendent, and let him do as he chooses about the matter." "Yer don't mean ter say yer'd go an' leave us fer good, does yer, Miss Mollie?" asked Nimbus in surprise.
But she was leastways, Vina was sure ob it an' ob all de goin's-on dat gal went into yer'd a t'ought 'twas sumfin' mighty consequentious, stead ob nuffin' but a little nigger young 'un. 'Yer jus' take back dat hoss, Fader Abram, says she, 'an' den come back to yo' darter Vina; an' don't yer dar lib anywhar else after dis.
"Ef yer keeps on improvin', mayby yer'll git so yer kin he'p me arter 'while." "Mayby so," Alston answered. "But yer wouldn't he'p me, I reckon. Reckon yer'd he'p Edny Ann: yer likes her better'n me." "No, I don't." "Reckon yer likes somebody in Virginny more'n yer likes anybody on this plantation." "I's better 'quainted back thar'," said Alston apologetically.
"He said he didn't hev no doubts but wot you was a reg'lar villyum an' swin'ler, an' cheat an' blackmailer, an' ef he had de user his eyes an' legs he'd come down yere an' han' you over ter de coppers; dat you aint smart enuff ter get no money outer him, fer he's bin bled by sich coveys like you all he's a-going ter bleed, an' dat he don't b'lieve dere is any sech ting as de Bugwug estate nohow, an' ef yer wants ter keep outen jail yer'd better let him an' his folks alone."
He went to an adjoining room and called Sam, the contractor's man. He took in the situation at a glance. "Wa'al, Foster," said he, "kind o' 'close call' for yer, warn't it? Guess yer'd better be gittin' up an' gittin' pretty lively. The train boys will take yer through, an' yer kin come back when this racket's worked out."
"Yer needn't tell me; I know," said Pete, edging round slowly to Tom's side of the bush. "I don't believe you were half so much hurt as I was," continued Tom. "Serve yer right. Yer'd no business to shoot at a fellow." "I didn't," cried Tom. "Don't I tell you it wasn't a gun?" "Oh, yer can't cheat me. Here! hi! Kerm here, will yer, or I'll scruntch yer!" he roared to his dog.
Slimy told me as 'ow I was to go to your orffice at ten o'clock last night, 'an tell you from him as he'd no more 'casion for his room, so he'd sent yer the key, an' yer'd better come as soon as possible an' see as he'd left everything square behind him, an' 'cos he was afraid he'd locked in a friend o' yourn by mistake an' in his hurry."
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