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The question came stern and quick. Laura wavered, then drew herself up. "Because I'm not your sort either. I don't believe in your church, or your ministers. Father didn't, and I'm like him." Her voice had grown thick, and she was quite pale. The old woman stared at her. "Then yo're nobbut yan o' the heathen!" she said with slow precision. "I dare say!" cried Laura, half laughing, half crying.
Smith, you po' chi ild!... Oh, my Lawd! is this Lieutenant Do-wrong! Good Lawd, good Lawd! I think this waugh's gone on now jess long enough!" In the house she gave the younger Harpers a second kiss all round. "You po' dears, yo're hero-ines, now, and hencefo'th fo'evehmo'!" Harry and I agreed they were; it was one of the few points on which we thought alike.
"If yo're so shore the sheriff is going to serve those eviction papers," said Racey as calmly as he could because of the warning pressure on his wrist, "if yo're so shore why are you giving away five hundred?" "Because I don't like to be hard on Mis' Dale. Then, again, I'll admit we wanna get in here soon as we can." "You admit it, huh? That's a good one, that is. Don't you do it, Mis' Dale.
When Richard, his toilet completed, appeared at the top of the stairs, Malachi would stand until his master had reached the bottom step, wheel about, and, with head up, gravely and noiselessly precede him into the drawing-room the only time he ever dared to walk before him and with a wave of the hand and the air of a prince presenting one of his palaces, would say "Yo' char's all ready, Marse Richard; bright fire burnin'." Adding, with a low, sweeping bow, now that the ceremony was over "Hope yo're feelin' fine dis evenin', sah."
And when you stop to think that I'd 'a' made the bet just the same if you'd wanted Lanpher and Tweezy in on it. Only you didn't." "Guess I must 'a' overlooked 'em, huh?" grinned Racey. "Feller can't think of everything, can he?" "I'm glad to see yo're taking it thisaway," approved Mr. Saltoun. "Working for six months for nothing don't seem to bother you a-tall."
Yo're some sort of wild-hog kin to him, Bob yo' mother was a cousin to old Tom. Her family was powerful upset at her marrying a Yancy. They say Tom cussed himself into a 'pleptic fit when the news was fetched him." "Where you located at, Mr. Carrington?" asked Yancy. But Carrington was not given a chance to reply. Uncle Sammy saved him the trouble. "Back in Kentucky.
I made it. And it goes. Peaches," he added, raising his voice, "don't you slide round the house now. If you move so much as a yard from where yo're standing I ventilate McFluke immediate." "I wouldn't do that," said Racey, mildly. "I got my eye on you, too," declared Chuck. "What I said to Peaches goes for you, and don't you forget it." "I ain't likely to, not me.
A suppose, now yo're such a Quaker that, if some one was to break through fra' t' other side o' this dyke and offer for to murder Sylvia and me, yo'd look on wi' yo'r hands hanging by yo'r side. 'But t' press-gang had law on their side, and were doing nought but what they'd warrant for.
"Tom, do you ever see any li'l pink lizards with blue tails an' red feet? I hear that's a sign, too." "Aw right, have it yore own way," said Tom Loudon with every symptom of disgust. "Only don't say I didn't warn you." "Gawd, Tom, y' old wet blanket, yo're always a-warnin' me. I never see such a feller." "Aw right, I said. Aw right.
But suddenly he whirled back, his face alight with feeling, "Oh, see heah, Milt, be sensible!" he cried. "I know just how yo're feelin' now. Yo're sore, and I don't blame you. You put ap a hard fight, and though you got licked, I don't mind tellin' you that the whole bar appreciates yo're brilliant work. You must remember you had to play a lone hand against pretty big men the biggest we've got!
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