The sins of the father : a romance of the South . m wasting any more of yourvaluable time, Cleo said, rising. Andy rose and smiled: Yassam, but dat aint all, mam! Nobum. I aint sputin dat de little gal wuz bomdes lak you say, or des lak, mebbe, de major believes terdis day—he paused and leaned over until he couldwhisper in her ear—but sposen she die? The woman never moved a muscle for an spoke at last in a half-laughing, incredulous way: Suppose she Why, what do you Now, mind ye, Andy said, lifting his hands in apersuasive gesture, I aint sayin dat she raly did d
The sins of the father : a romance of the South . m wasting any more of yourvaluable time, Cleo said, rising. Andy rose and smiled: Yassam, but dat aint all, mam! Nobum. I aint sputin dat de little gal wuz bomdes lak you say, or des lak, mebbe, de major believes terdis day—he paused and leaned over until he couldwhisper in her ear—but sposen she die? The woman never moved a muscle for an spoke at last in a half-laughing, incredulous way: Suppose she Why, what do you Now, mind ye, Andy said, lifting his hands in apersuasive gesture, I aint sayin dat she raly did die—I des say—sposen she die Cleo lost her temper and turned on her tormentor insudden fury: But she didnt! Who dares to tell such a lie?Shes living to-day a beautiful, accomplished girl. Andy solemnly raised his hand again: Mind ye, I dont say dat she aint, I des say sposen?—sposen she die, an you git a little orphan baby terput in her place, twenty years ergo, jis ter keep yergrip on de major Cleo peered steadily into his face; S04). \ \ T j- (/ i*? ? <S*
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