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"Hit woan begin dis yere night," replied Chunk, soothingly and incautiously. "How you know?" she asked quickly, a sudden suspicion entering her mind. "Wat's ter begin?" answered Chunk, now on his guard. "De night am still, nobody roun'. I hang roun' a few nights twel I study out de bes' plan ter git away." "Has you been hangin' roun' nights, Chunk?" Zany asked solemnly. "How you talks, Zany!
I stay fer sump'n you doan know not'n 'bout lub, but lub fer Miss Lou. Ef she kyant 'tect em 'gin you den I go." It certainly was a dismal, shrunken household that Mrs. Baron presided over that morning. Aun' Jinkey came to the rescue and prepared a meagre breakfast. Miss Lou's room being on the side of the house furthest from the scenes of the early morning, she had slept on till Zany wakened her.
Chunk had touched the right chord now. She set her white face like flint in the darkness, and said, "I'll make the attempt, no matter what happens to me." "Den I des sneak out en get he coat en trousers," Zany whispered. "Yes." "En, Miss Lou, you des come out de house dis away wid me en Zany," Chunk added. "Less charnce er bein' stopped.
The dark thought occurred to me then, and comes back to me now with redoubled force, that Miss Abigail must have given him some hot-drops. Zany left a large circle of sorrowing friends, if not relatives. Gypsy, I think, never entirely recovered from the shock occasioned by his early demise.
He's out on his horse with his reckless threat. "Now you've sunk the ship," I says to Minna. "I knew the woman was leading a double life as fur as Homer was concerned, but I wasn't going to let on to the poor zany. It's time he was speared, and this would of been a judgment on him that his best friends would of relished keenly. Lots of us was looking forward to the tragedy with great pleasure.
Truly, a woman listens more with her heart than her ears, and even in Zany's whisper there was detected a note of tragedy. After an instant Miss Lou faltered, "What is it, Zany?" "Ef you gwine ter yo' room soon I des he'p you undress." How well the girl knew that the faithful slave meant other and less prosaic help! She rose at once, kissed Mrs. Waldo good-night and excused herself.
Not only was he puzzled, but Zany also and Aun' Jinkey were sore perplexed at Miss Lou's silence. She had stood motionless and unheeding through the colloquy with the overseer, and now remained equally deaf and unresponsive to the homely expressions of sympathy and encouragement of the two women.
Grosvenor, hasn't already got, will still be held in trust by me, as executor of the will, for for that griffin of a younger brother of his who cleared out over twenty years ago and hasn't sent a line to his family since." "Was Mr. Treffrey Graham really such a zany?" Pem asked the question for the nineteenth time, her black eyebrows arching. "My word!
Moreover, the fact that he had proved himself to Zany to be no longer a mere object for ridicule added not a little to his elation. Shrewd as himself, she was true to her word of keeping an eye on him, and she was compelled to see that he was acting his part well. Miss Lou positively refused to come down to dinner.
"Oh, horrible!" said the girl, in whose mind had been instilled the strong and general dread of a negro insurrection. "There, Zany, you and Chunk mean kindly, but neither you nor any one can help me. If either does or says anything to make a disturbance I'll never forgive you. My cousin and the men with him would kill you all. I'd rather be left alone, for I must think what to do."
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