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" 'Twarn't no count of a meetin'!" said Theresa, a little touch of scorn, or indignation, coming into her voice; "and Darry, he war in his own house prayin'. Dere warn't nobody dere, but Pete and ole 'Liza, and Maria cook, and dem two Johns dat come from de lower plantation. Dey couldn't get a strong meetin' into Uncle Darry's house; 'taint big enough to hold 'em."
"I ain't bangin' the pail," contradicted Joel, in a loud, injured voice; "the old thing fell down. 'Twarn't my fault." And he ran noisily across the provision room to pick it up. "Well, set it on tight," said Polly, "and you're a very naughty boy, Joel, and always making a fuss over the bread pail."
"And did any of the rest speak pieces?" asked Mrs. Kennedy, convulsed with laughter at John's vivid description. "Bless your heart," he answered, with a knowing look, "'twarn't a piece she was speaking she was tellin' her 'sperience; but it sounded so like the boys at school that I was deceived, for I'd never seen such work before.
"Let him go," begged Joel, just as much distressed; "he won't touch the bag, I don't believe, again, Candace." "Oh, I won't, I won't," promised Van wildly. "I don't want the bag; do let me go, Candace." "Yer see, Mas'r Joel was a-helpin' me," said Candace, slowly releasing Van's jacket collar, "an' 'twarn't none 'o his fault dat he stopped kerryin' de letters."
Becky was driven like a little slave. "'Twarn't for you, miss," she said hoarsely to Sara one night when she had crept into the attic "'twarn't for you, an' the Bastille, an' bein' the prisoner in the next cell, I should die. That there does seem real now, doesn't it? The missus is more like the head jailer every day she lives. I can jest see them big keys you say she carries.
Robert disliked him at once. 'Why didn't you stop at the "Corner" yesterday? 'Twarn't neighbourly to go on right away like that. But it all come, I reckon, of Britisher pride and impudence. Robert looked at him full, and demanded, 'Pray who are you, sir? 'Zack Bunting as keeps the store, replied the other.
"There were over fifty miners in the camp besides." Stopping midway up the staircase Ellen wheeled and said indignantly: "An' Thomas kep' you in a settlement like that?" "Who?" "Your father." "Why not?" "'Twarn't no place for a girl." "It was the place for me." "Why?" "Because Dad was there." Something in the reply left Ellen wordless and made her continue her way upstairs without answering.
Naw, sir, ef ennybody hev sot Lee-yander on ter evil ways 'twarn't me. My conscience be clear."
"Belike it's Black Diamond come after you, Jow!" wheezed the fat man "to pay you for what you done to him night afore last." The shrill voice, squeezing from that vat-like carcass, added to the terror of the man. "Twarn't me, I tall you!" screamed the scarecrow. "It were you, Fat George; and now you're for puttin it on me."
"'Twarn't full of money?" shrieked Mrs. Peckham. "Why, no!" laughed Frances. "We're not as rich as all that, you know." "Well," sighed the good, if curious, woman, "I reckon there was 'nough sight more valuables in the trunk than Captain Dan Rugley wants to lose. Hurry up, there, John Peckham!" she shouted after her husband. "Git after that fellow before he has a chance to break open the trunk."
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