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Starbuck looked round at him and said: "An' Satan come also." "Starbuck," Peters began, "I want to see you a minit, by yo'se'f." "I don't know that I've got anythin' to say to you, Lije, but that door thar allus stands open, and I ain't in the habit of orderin' folks out of my house. Margaret, will you please go in thar?" he added, motioning with his head.
"La, Brothah Hayward, ef it ain't you; howdy; come in." "Howdy, howdy, Sistah Griggs, how you come on?" "Oh, I's des tol'able," industriously dusting a chair. "How's yo'se'f?" "I's right smaht, thankee ma'am." "W'y, Brothah Hayward, ain't you los' down in dis paht of de town?" "No, indeed, Sistah Griggs, de shep'erd ain't nevah los' no whaih dey's any of de flock."
Then he burst out with: "Hi! You did that on purpose! I'll have you in jail for that! Look at my hat, it's ruined! Look at my clothes! They're ruined! Oh, I'll make you pay for this!" "Deed, it shore was a accident," said Eradicate, trying not to laugh. "You done did it yo'se'f!" "I did not! You did it on purpose; Tom Swift put you in on this! I'll I'll "
"Be sure to pick yo'se'f out one which ain't been pampered," was Bill Tilghman's parting shot. "Nummine dat part," retorted Red Hoss. "You jes' remember dis after I'm gone: Mules' niggers an' niggers' mules is 'bout to go out of style in dis man's town." In a way of speaking, Red Hoss in his final taunt had the rights of it.
"Nor'm, I ain't," and Jeems Henry seemed disturbed. "Then you'd better come around to the kitchen. We'll see what we can find." At this unheard-of generosity, Uncle Billy's eyes opened widely and he exploded in remonstrance. "Now, hol' on dar, Miss Hallie! Hol' on. You ain' got none too much fo' yo'se'f, d'out stuffin' dis yere six-bit rat hole wid waffles an' milasses."
Their eyes met. "Broken?" he said interrogatively, with a faint return of his old deliberate manner, glancing at his helpless arm. "Deedy no, cunnle! Snake bite," responded the negress. "Snake bite!" repeated Courtland with languid interest, "what snake?" "Moccasin o' copperhead if you doun know yo'se'f which," she replied. "But it's all right now, honey! De pizen's draw'd out and clean gone.
"Oh, yes, ez meek ez Moses, I s'pose you think yo'se'f," ejaculated Mason, with a shrewd smile. "I don't know exactly how meek Moses really was when he was courting Jethro's daughter," Abner began. "Oh, go to thundah with yo' Moses an' yo' Jethro's daughtah!" laughed Mason, impatiently. "Mayby you thought you wuz meek an' differential; but don't I know you?
Been a settin' here a thinkin' I was a gittin' facts. Man ought to be whupped fur printin' a lie jest like fur tellin' one." Margaret showed signs of sympathy. "Jasper, I wouldn't let it bother me so." He started. "Wouldn't let it bother you when you been a stuffin' yo'se'f with a lie? Wouldn't let it bother you when a man gains yo' confidence an' then deceives you?"
"But Mawse Chawlie, you' undress' he, he!" She was really abashed and half frightened. "I know that; and you have got to help me put my clothes on." "You gwan kill yo'se'f, Mawse Chawlie," she said, handling a garment. "Hold your black tongue." She dressed him hastily, and he went down the stairs of his lodging-house and out into the street. Clemence went in search of her master.
At that moment we heard Whistling Jim calling, "Marse Harry! Marse Cally Shannon!" I answered him so that he could find us, and he came up puffing and blowing. A red handkerchief was tied under his chin and over his head. "Marse Harry!" he exclaimed, "kin I see you an' Marse Cally Shannon by yo'se'f? I done done sump'n dat you'll sho kill me 'bout."
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