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The truth was Sally had not observed the gown, but its bright crimson had struck Clorinda's fancy, and being tempted to stare at it enviously herself, she concluded the girl must be doing the same thing. "Jis' obsarve what Miss Clorindy tells yer," remarked Dolf, "and yer'll be on the road ter 'provement; Sally, yer couldn't hab a more reficient guide."
"Hm m; maybe not, maybe not," grunted Streeter. "An', as you say, he's the only one that's got any use for 'em here; an' like enough they ain't worth much, anyway. So I guess 't is up to the town all right." "Yes; but if yer'll take it from me," interrupted Larson, "you'll be wise if ye keep still before the boy. It's no use ASKIN' him anythin'. We've proved that fast enough.
Yer think yer got the cinch on me, don't yer, Job Malden! 'It's a long lane that has no turn, they say, and yer'll wish some day yer'd treated Dan Dean square!" and he turned with a leer and was gone. More than once after that Job felt uneasy and wretched as he thought of the possibility of Jane's linking her life with that of Daniel Dean.
He didn't give you all dat money fer nothing, an' yer'll hev ter 'count fer it, dat you will; mighty close too, 'kase he keeps his books right. Yer must see ter dat, Bre'er Nimbus." The exhortation was earnestly given, and was enforced with tears and soft strokings of the dark strong hand which he still clasped in his soft and slender ones.
Don't think that bein' married t' me will mean as you'll have ter live in a dump like this-there" the sweep of his arm was expressive "fer yer won't! You'll have th' grandest flat in this city anywhere yer say'll suit me! Yer'll have hats an' dresses, an' a car if yer want it. Yer'll have everything if yer'll marry me! What d' yer say?"
"There's another twenty minutes ter go we'll risk it though, and knock orf in ten. Only get along to yer 'uts as soon as I dismiss yer an' don't show yerselves nowhere, else yer'll get me into trouble." Our weary spirits were revived a little. The prospect of a quick termination to our discomforts caused the last ten minutes to pass with comparative rapidity.
"'I didn' mean no harm by sleep'n in de barn las' night, Marse Dugal', sez 'e, 'en' ef yer'll let me off dis time, I won' nebber do so no mo'.
"Y'er a foine young bantam," he muttered grumblingly in his wheezy cracked voice, as he stooped to raise my precious box, "but I specs, young maister, yer'll soon ha' yer comb cut, sure-ly!"
She moistened them with her tongue, and made a feeble motion of kissing. A tear slid slowly down her cheek. "Not yit, my pretty gal," she whispered. "Mother ain't a-goin' ter lave yer yit." "Promus! Yer ain't a-tellin' no lies? Yer'll stop along of me till I kin carl my ringolets myself. I ha' got ter have 'em carled, and there ain't no one else to du 'em for me." The mother promised.
"Now look 'ere, Nuss," he said in a tone of pitying remonstrance, "yer never a goin' down to that 'ere coal cellar without a light. Yer'll 'ave to come runnin' up all them stairs again sure as I'm alive yer will!"
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