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But when I came to the door, I went cold as a flounder. "The fellow had got there afore me. There he was, standin' 'pon my door-step wi' the same gashly stare on his face, and his lips a lead-colour in the light. "The sweat boiled out o' me now. I quavered like a leaf, and my hat rose 'pon my head.
She called her master in the morning, and found him sitting, still dressed, with his face in the soup which he had poured out into a deep soup-plate. This was very odd, and she had called Mrs. Gashly. They settled that he was dead, and rang up the doctor, who agreed with them.
You hold still I'll go en see." He went, and bent down and looked, and says: "It's a dead man. Yes, indeedy; naked, too. He's ben shot in de back. I reck'n he's ben dead two er three days. Come in, Huck, but doan' look at his face it's too gashly." I didn't look at him at all. Jim throwed some old rags over him, but he needn't done it; I didn't want to see him.
No, it wasn't him, but a horrible, gashly, bleeding mass of flesh and bone, writhing and twisting as the little fish hung to it and leaped at it by thousands, tearing him really to pieces before he once more sank under the stream, which was all red with blood.
"Nothin a-tall, that ain't. But the li'l green pea ain't under that shell. Listen here, Swing, old-timer, I got a long and gashly tale of wickedness to pour into those lily-white mule ears of yores. Yep, if it wasn't me a-telling it I'll bet you'd think it was a fairy tale." "I might even so," said the sceptical Swing. "But I don't mind. I'm good-natured to-day. I feel just like being lied to.
You hold still I'll go en see." He went, and bent down and looked, and says: "It's a dead man. Yes, indeedy; naked, too. He's ben shot in de back. I reck'n he's ben dead two er three days. Come in, Huck, but doan' look at his face it's too gashly." I didn't look at him at all. Jim throwed some old rags over him, but he needn't done it; I didn't want to see him.
"I've been intending to call sooner, Miss Hawkins," said the Hon. Mrs. Oreille, "but the weather's been so horrid. How do you like Washington?" Laura liked it very well indeed. Mrs. Gashly "Is it your first visit?" Yea, it was her first. All "Indeed?" Mrs. Oreille "I'm afraid you'll despise the weather, Miss Hawkins. It's perfectly awful. It always is. I tell Mr.
Oreille I can't and I won't put up with any such a climate. If we were obliged to do it, I wouldn't mind it; but we are not obliged to, and so I don't see the use of it. Sometimes its real pitiful the way the childern pine for Parry don't look so sad, Bridget, 'ma chere' poor child, she can't hear Parry mentioned without getting the blues." Mrs. Gashly "Well I should think so, Mrs. Oreille.
Twice during the ghostly hours of that night the absolute and undeniable certainty that some presence some most gashly silent being stood at my right elbow, so thrilled me, that I leapt to my feet to confront it with clenched fists, and hairs that bristled stiff in horror and frenzy.
'For the Lord's sake, stand o' one side, I prayed en; 'do'ee now, that's a dear! But he wudn' budge; no, not though I said several holy words out of the Mornin' Service. "'Drabbet it! says I, 'let's try the back door. Why didn' I think 'pon that afore? And around I runs. "There 'pon the back door-step was a woman! an' pretty well as gashly as the man.
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