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Updated: June 15, 2025
You'r' shaped like a man, an' you'r' dressed like a man, an' yet the smartest person livin' would never take you for anything but an egg-suckin' dog, this minute. All the time God ever spent on you was wasted, an' your mother's had the same luck. I s'pose God's used to having creatures 'at He's made go wrong, but I pity your mother.
Gor A'mity, said he, 'oh massa, oh Miss Sally, oh! 'What on airth is the matter with you? said Sally; 'how you do frighten me; I vow I believe you'r mad. 'Oh my Gor, said he, 'oh! massa Jim Munroe he hang himself, on the ash saplin' under Miss Sally's window oh my Gor! That shot was a settler, it struck poor Sall right atwixt wind and water; she gave a lurch ahead, then healed over and sunk right down in another faintin' fit; and Juno, old Snow's wife, carried her off and laid her down on the bed.
What 'ud make Connor be kind to the likes of me, that way?" "I don't see why you oughtn't an' mightn't you're as good as him, if it goes to that." "Oh, yis, indeed!" "Why, you know you'r handsome."
"I reckon, if you don't mind, miss," said the spokesman of one party, "ez this is our first call, we'll sorter hang out in the hall yer, until you'r used to us." On another occasion, one Whiskey Dick, impelled by a sense of duty, paid a visit to the new house and its fair occupants, in a fashion frankly recounted by him afterwards at the bar of the Tecumseh Saloon.
You mustn't ask much wages just at first. Ruby looked very sorrowful, and the tears were near her eyes. The change from the glories of the music hall was so startling and so oppressive! 'It has got to be done sooner or later, so you may as well put the 'vertisement in this afternoon. 'You'r going to turn me out, Aunt Pipkin. 'Well; if that's turning out, I am.
"I'd rather you didn't." "I'm not going to be disfigured," I said. "Only a scar." "Oh!" she said, as if she had expected something quite different. "Did you think you'd become a sort of gargoyle?" "L'Homme qui Rit! I didn't know. But that's all right. Jolly flowers those are!" "Michaelmas daisies," she said. "I'm glad you'r not disfigured, and those are perennial sunflowers.
'A pretty pickle you'r in now, Orlando Tickler, says I to myself. But to make the matter worse, the ladder fell also, and so great was the noise that the father of Linda and two friends rushed out of the house in their night clothes, and with pistols in their hands.
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