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"Dat's Mis' Miller, ma'am," returned the coachman, touching his hat; "Doctuh Miller's wife." "What was her mother's name?" "Her mother's name wuz Julia Brown. She's be'n dead dese twenty years er mo'. Why, you knowed Julia, Mis' Polly! she used ter b'long ter yo' own father befo' de wah; an' after de wah she kep' house fer" "Look to your horses, William!" exclaimed Mrs. Carteret sharply.
His boy's placid comment on the proceeding was, "Truly master b'long too muchee foolo, he no savez b'long he new glass." They were indeed his own beautiful tumblers, borrowed for the occasion without his knowledge. If anything is lost in the house, the boy, being answerable, is supposed to make the loss good, although he seldom does so.
This but increased the anxiety of the boys, though they held boldly on their way. The red-haired boy detached himself from the group, and stepped before them, blocking their path. They essayed to go around him, but he stretched out his arm. "Wot yer doin' here?" he snarled. "Why don't yer stay where yer b'long?" "We 're just going home," Fred said mildly. Brick looked at Joe.
"White Mary b'long you bang 'm head," old Telepasse began again. "My word, plenty big fella trouble you no pay." "You talk along boys," Sheldon said, with increasing irritation. "You tell 'm get to hell along beach. Then I talk with you." Sheldon felt a slight vibration of the veranda, and knew that Joan had come out and was standing by his side. But he did not dare glance at her.
It's a sort of a Scout Club. They wears soldier clo's. An' they does things fer people. An' I wanter b'long," he gulped, noisily. The Young Doctor leaned against the wall. He did not realize how tall and strong he looked, leaning there, or he could not have smiled so whimsically.
He had been taught to tell the truth at all times; and he did so on the present occasion, very much to the confusion, no doubt, of the rebel soldiers, who had not been brought up under the droppings of the sanctuary in a New England village. "B'long to the army do you?" repeated Secesh, who must have thought Tom a very candid person. "Yes, sir, I belong to the army," added the prisoner.
"Dey'll be in de ash-ba'r'l er at de back er de fireplace, en dat's whar dey b'long. Marse Dudley ain' never wo' no sech trash ner is you yo'se'f." Eugenia did not respond. She seated herself beside the window, and with one eye on her child and one on her work sewed silently, her white hands gleaming amid the laces in her lap.
"Yes," he said a little abstractedly, as if listening for some interruption, "at Ten Mile Crossing." "Why, that's two miles away." "I reckon." "Then you don't live here on the clearing?" "No. I b'long to the mill at 'Ten Mile." "You were on your way home?"
"I'm sorry, Joe," said Ben, "but Mamsie wouldn't like it, you know." Joel gave a howl. "They're mine. And he's my man who stole our bread; an' they all b'long to me, for I found 'em." He kept screaming on. "Mercy me!" cried Ben, shaking his arm, "stop screaming so, Joe, you're scaring all Mr. Blodgett's men. They'll think you're half killed. See 'em running here."
The old woman shook her head sternly. "Ye kem in, an' 'bide whar ye b'long." Evelina took a step nearer the window. She laid her hand on the sill. "Spos'n 'twar Abs'lom whenst he war a baby," she said, her eyes softly brightening, "an' another woman hed him an' kep' him, 'kase ye an' his dad fell out would ye hev 'lowed she war right ter treat ye like ye treat me whenst Abs'lom war a baby?"
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