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Updated: June 14, 2025
No wonder the report that "an aunt-in-law ob de yo'ng mistress yonder at Severndale, had done come down an' ondertuck fer ter run de hull shebang an' Miss Peggy inter de bargain, what is never been run by nobody," had circulated throughout the whole community, and met with a resolute, though carefully concealed opposition subtle, intangible, but sure to prove overwhelming in the end the undertow, so hidden but so irresistible.
"More than jus' bein' guilty of that fault, I am goin' to tell you of others. You are not the ole-time what is it you say? Ah, yes, the 'goody-goody. I have heard my great American frien', Honor-able Chanlair Pedlow, call it the Sonday-school. Is it not? Yes, you are not the Sonday-school yo'ng men, you an' your class!"
"But that isn't always our fault, is it?" said Mellin easily. "Aha! You mean you are of the new generation, of the yo'ng American' who come over an' try to spen' these immense fortune' those 'pile' your father or your gran-father make! I know quite well. Ah?" "Well," he hesitated, smiling. "I suppose it does look a little by way of being like that." "Wicked fellow!"
A perplexed pucker contracted his forehead as he spoke softly to himself. "'Taint going to do no how! It sure ain't. She ain't got de right bran', no she ain't, and yo' cyant mate up no common stock wid a tho'oughbred and git any sort of a span. No siree, yo' cyant. My Lawd, what done possess Massa Neil fer ter 'vite her down hyer? She cyant 'struct an' guide our yo'ng mist'ess. Sho!
When I yo'ng, no man so strong lak me on a paddle. So I paddle out on the lake. Smell sweet as honey; shine lak she jus' made to-day. Old man feel lak he was yo'ng too. "Bam-by far across the lake I see little bit smoke. Wa! I think, who is there now? I look, I see the sky is clean as a scraped skin. I think no wind to-day. So I go across to see who it is.
Have you seen me of a fluster, or gross ever, or, what sall I say bourgeois? Shall you be shame' for your guest' manner? No, no! And my appearance, is it of the people? Clearly, no. Do I not compare in taste of apparel with your yo'ng Englishman? Ha, ha! To be hope'. Ha, ha! So I am goin' talk with Lady Mary Carlisle." "Bah!" The Duke made a savage burlesque.
My Molyneux I sen' for, and tell him all, because he show courtesy to the yo'ng Frenchman, and I can trus' him. I trus' you, mademoiselle long ago and would have tol' you ev'rything, excep' jus' because well, for the romance, the fon! You belief? It is so clearly so; you do belief, mademoiselle?" She did not even look at him. M. Beaucaire lifted his hand appealingly toward her.
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