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The piercing Dabney eyes were on him, and the fierce white mustaches took the militant angle. "Tell me, Tom, have you had youh suspicions in that qua'teh, too? I'm speaking in confidence to a family friend, suh." "It is just as well to be on the safe side," said Tom evasively. There was enough of the uplift left to make him reluctant to strike his enemy in the dark.
Into the Lalla Rookh, dark and quiet, around the smoking-room, down the aisle, and facing Eleven; there the Pintsch light dimly burned, the draperies slowly swayed in front of the darkened berth. Raz Brown gripped the curtains preliminarily. "Tickets, ma'am." There was a heavy pause. "Tickets!" No response. "C'nduct'h wants youh tickets, ma'am." The silence could be cut with an axe.
But there be tough old roots in some soils, roots stout enough to snap the colter of the commercializing plow, as, for example, in Paradise Valley, owned, in broken areas, principally by an unreconciled Major Dabney. "Not anotheh word, or by Heaven, suh, you'll make me lose my tempah! You add insult to injury, suh, when you offeh me youh contemptible Yankee gold.
"Not say 'Howdy' to Ardea? Why, you young cub, where are youh mannehs, suh?" Thus the Major, when the victim would have broken away. It was a fiery trial for Tom a way-picking among red-hot plowshares of embarrassment. How the well-bred folk smiled, and the grand ladies drew their immaculate skirts aside to make passing-room for his dusty feet!
Who's gwine to be de sheep, an' who's gwine to be de goats? Let's all try to be like de li'l white lambs, bredern. Shall we be de goats, sisters? Naw, we's gwine to be de sheep. Who's gwine to be de sheep, bredern, an' who's gwine to be de goats? Tak' care ob youh souls, sisters; tak' care ob youh souls. Remember, dere's gwine to be goats an' sheep.
"Bring youh damned Yankee railroad through my fields and pastchuhs, suh? Foul the pure, God-given ai-ah of this peaceful Gyarden of Eden with youh dust-flingin', smoke-pot locomotives? Not a rod, suh! not a foot or an inch oveh the Dabney lands! Do I make it plain to you, suh?" "But Major Dabney one moment; this is purely a matter of business; there is nothing personal about it.
A word in youh ear, young man: if these heah damned Yankee rascals would quit thei-uh monkeying right heah in Wall Street, the country would take on a new lease of life, suh; it would for a fact," and he said it loudly enough to be heard in the corridor.
And whilst you are givin' praise to youh Makeh for creatin' such a Gyarden of Eden, don't forget to thank him on youh bended knees for not putting anything oveh yondeh in ouh home lot to tempt these house-buildin', money-makin', schemin' Yankees that are swarming again oveh the land like anotheh plague of Egyptian locus'es." "These Yankees?" queried Ardea.
"Look youh fill, my deah child; thah it lies God's country, and youh's and mine; the fines', the most inspiring, the most beautiful land the sun eveh shone on!
"No, suh, that isn't what I mean. You've had youh suspicions aroused. Tell me, suh, what they are." "Suppose you tell me yours, Major," smiled the younger man. Major Dabney became reflectively reminiscent. "I don't know, Tom, and that's the plain fact.
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