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An' him an' Romeo fights, and Romeo kills him, an' opens the vault, an' go's in, an' theer's Juliet, lyin' stiff an' stark, because the physic ain't had time to work itself off yit. An' he kisses her, an' cries over her, and then he teks the pison, and dies.
She knew and understood she asked no questions: "It isn't that I must work in the mill," she sobbed to the old woman "I can do that anything to help out but but to think that Harry loves me so little as to give me up for for that." "Don't cry, chile," said Mammy soothingly "It ain't registered that you gwine wuck in that mill yit I ain't made my afferdavit yit."
The kid he pounded Albrecht's head on the platform, occasionally interestin' Lane by kickin' him in the stomick, while I jist waltzed 'round promiscous-like without seein' no special occasion to take holt anywhar. I reckon they 'd a been thar yit, if the train hands had n't pried 'em apart, an' loaded the remains onter a keer.
He's got the sperit of the Old Scratch in him, and I can't git it out. I'm clean discouraged and wore out, and I know that he'll do somethin' pretty soon that 'll disgrace us all." "Humph!" exclaimed his friend. "Stuffy as all that, is he? You don't say! He ain't a bad boy, that is a REEL bad boy, either." "No, that's jest it. He ain't reel bad yit.
"We kin tell more about that a few months later," returned Shorty. "It's never safe to count the game until the last hand's played. We hain't fairly begun to lead trumps yit. But what are you fellers fighting for, anyhow?" "We'uns foutin' for our liberty, and t' keep yo'uns from takin' our niggers away."
"Not quite yit yer got him here in time, Buffle," said Muggy. "Thank the Lord!" said Buffle. His lips were very familiar with the name of the Lord, but they had never before used it in this sense. Then, while several men were getting ready to ask Buffle where he found his man Californians never ask questions in a hurry there came from the direction of Buffle's shanty the sound of a subdued cry.
She say she air feared I'll shoot my head off, an' she don't want no boys, 'thout heads, jouncin' round her house shucks! Which way did Birt take, Mister Perkins? 'kase I be goin' ter ketch up." "He war headed fur that thar salt lick, whenst I las' seen him," replied the tanner; "ef ye stir yer stumps right lively, mebbe ye'll overhaul him yit." Rufe rose precipitately.
"Don't smell to me exackly like no pusserves," she said. "Nor yit like no pickles. Don't smell to me " She hesitated, sniffed the jar again, and then inquired in a voice quickly grown anxious: "Whut is all thishere in thishere jug? Seem like to me " But here she interrupted herself to utter a muffled exclamation, not coherent.
Foller, Pink, an' if you ketch me in any mistakes in the kyarin' an' addin', p'int it out. Twenty-two an' a half beds an' I say half, Pink, because you 'member one night when them A'gusty lawyers got here 'bout midnight on their way to co't, rather'n have you too bad cramped, I ris to make way for two of 'em; yit as I had one good nap, I didn't think I ought to put that down but for half.
But thar hain't no use tryin' ter hold a feller when he wants ter quit. Ye don't 'low ter go right away, do ye?" "I hain't plumb made up my mind ter go at all," said the boy, shamefacedly. "But, ef I does go, I hain't a-goin' yit. I hain't spoke ter nobody but you about hit yit."
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