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Updated: August 2, 2024
'Gen'lemen of the jury, he says, 'be you danged well sure that you're at one with God A'mighty in this; that you've got at the core of justice here; that you've got evidence to satisfy Him who you've all got to satisfy some day, or git out. Not evidence as to shootin', but evidence as to what that shootin' meant, an' whether it was meant to kill, an' what for.
All the village is on its knees this marnin' I reckon, whether it's workin' in fields or gardens, or barns or orchards, an' if the Lord A'mighty don't take no notice of us, He must be powerful 'ard of 'earin'!" Adam Frost coughed warningly, jerked his thumb in the direction of the church, and was silent. Suddenly a lark sang.
"It's on cream-tinted paper, with a red and blue border, an'," simpering consciously, "it says in black and gold letters, 'A Little Widow Is a Dangerous Thing." The little group seemed for the moment too stunned to speak. Mrs. Nitschkan was the first to recover herself. "Gosh a'mighty!" she murmured in an awed whisper, and allowed her glance to travel slowly over Mrs.
She was running within sight of the scattering barrier of low islands when Captain Wellsby summoned Joe Hawkridge and informed him: "You will act as pilot, Joe, once we fetch sounding on the Twelve Fathom Bank. The chart is faulty, as ye know, and me and my mates are in strange waters with a'mighty little elbow-room. You know the marks, I take it." "Aye, sir, I do that," answered Joe.
"Think of her wasting herself on a no-good houn' dog like you a no-good wild wolf! My God A'mighty, she might of made some good man happy some man with a soul and a heart but instead of that God sent you like a blast across her you with your damned soul of wind and your heart of stone! Think of it!
'Because, sir, when God A'mighty sees fit that he should die, I'll be free o' him, that's all. 'And aren't you going to marry? 'Noä, sir. Johnnie an' me has talked it over, an' he says as how he'll wait till such time as I'm free.
"I I don't know what to say to you, I don't no, no." Without a word the captain took the envelope from Keeler's fingers, and tore it open. He read the words upon the form within. Laban leaned forward. "For the Lord sakes, Lote Snow," he cried, in a burst of agony, "why couldn't it have been some darn good-for-nothin' like me instead instead of him? Oh, my God A'mighty, what a world this is!
Hit's true the Hardwick Mill won't run night turn; hit's true they show mo' good will about hirin' older children; but if you can make a cotton mill healthy for young-uns, you can do more than God A'mighty." She wiped her eyes furtively. "Lou was well growed before ever she went in the mill. I know in reason hit never hurt her.
A blessed sense of rest soothed every bone; in the heavenly stillness and surcease from noise he drifted gently into slumber, into a deep dreamless sleep. The old negro looked at him, aged face wrinkled in compassion. "Po' li'l sodger boy," he muttered. "Done gib me fo' dollahs. Lor' Gor' a'mighty! Spec' Mars Linkum's men is all richer'n ole Miss."
Mo' té pas fé ça! I swea' befo' God! Oh, no, no, no! 'Tain' nutt'n' nohow but a lill play-toy, Miché. Oh, sweet Miché Jean, you not gwan to kill me? I di' n' mek it! It was ef you lemme go, I tell you who mek it! Sho's I live I tell you, Miché Jean ef you lemme go! Sho's God's good to me ef you lemme go! Oh, God A'mighty, Miché Jean, sho's God's good to me." She was becoming incoherent.
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