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Taken by yourself, I presume?" "Yes, sir!" responded the artist, with emphasis. "Every one of 'em; and done justice to. Look a-here!" He opened his portfolio and spread his "views" out. Lady Kingsland arose with languid grace and crossed over. Her husband seated her beside him with a loving smile.
"Look a-here, Hester, how do you s'pose it feels to a man who's paid his own way since he was a boy, bought a farm with his own money an' run it, brought up his boys an' edyercated 'em how do ye s'pose it feels fur that man ter go ter his own son an' say: 'Please, sir, can't I have a nickel ter buy me a pair o' shoestrings? How do ye s'pose it feels?
"But when is it liable to come?" "Come? How do I know? How does anybody know?" snapped Susan tartly. "Look a-here, Mis' McGuire, you must excuse me from discoursin' particulars. We don't talk 'em here. None of us don't." "Well, you needn't be so short about it, Susan Betts. I'm only tryin' to show a little sympathy. You don't seem to realize at all what a dreadful thing this is. My John says "
"We hev settled, an' th' lan' 's goin' t' be worth money," broke in her father. She put up her hand. "We got to go, if he comes. But" she arose wearily "if he didn't offer pay for our improvements, how could we go, or get through the winter, or build again next spring? Our money's gone." "Look a-here, Dallas," began her father, crossly, "they ain't no use t' worry th' way you do. Winter is clost.
And I says to myself, 'Look a-here, Jake, I don't care if they do ketch on to you and yer blamed whiskey business. They're not the sort to tell on you. Gee! but that about the pump got me!
Why, look a-here, says he, 'foist, there's the white men the English ain't they jus' like us excep' that they're thicker an' we're longer? An' their Injun niggers ain't we seen their clothes in the comic op'ras an' them without their clothes in the monkey cage at Central Park?
"The bunch Jim and Toby and the rest of the push!" "Lor' bless you!" Mandy exclaimed. "Dey's done gone 'long wid de circus, hours ago." "Gone! Show gone!" Polly cried in amazement. "Then what am I doing here?" "Hole on dar, honey! hole on!" Mandy cautioned. "Don't you 'cite yo'se'f." "Let me alone!" Polly put aside the arm that was trying to place a shawl around her. "I got to get out a-here."
"You have already told me more than you had any business to tell, if you don't think I can keep a secret." "Well, that there is a fact. Look a-here.
He expended so much strength in the blow that he almost pulled the boy from his seat on the sofa, and drew an involuntary exclamation of surprise and indignation from his mother. "Look a-here, ole woman! You'll say 'Oh, my dear boy! a good many times afore we uns is done with you if you don't trot out that money," declared the robber, in savage tones.
"Old Ben is going to die, and he wants religion before he starts. I'm not the one to refuse him." "Once more I tell you to make the prisoner fast to the tree," cried Nosey, drawing the pistol and cocking it. "Look a-here is that your game?" demanded the humane robber; "let me tell you that you had better put up the barker, 'cos I've got one that can speak when it's told to."
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