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"I circumscribe ter dat ar."
"Aren't you on our side?"
"I'se des 'twix en 'tween all de sides."
"You're all right, Aunt Jinkey. I'd trust you with my life."
"Reck'n you hab ter dis eb'nin'."
"Well, about Miss Lou--you say she has trouble to hold her own.
How's that?"
"Dem's fambly matters."
"And so none of my business, unless she tells me herself."
"How she gwine ter tol' you tings?"
"Ah, Aunt Jinkey, you've vegetated a great while in these slow
parts. I feel it in my bones, sore as they are, that some day I'll
give you a new dress that will make you look like a spike of red
hollyhocks. You'll see changes you don't dream of."
"My haid whirlin' now, mars'r. Hope ter grashus I kin do my wuk ter-
morrer in peace and quietness."
There was neither peace nor quietness at the mansion. Whately, with
a soldier's instincts to make the most of passing opportunities,
added to the hasty tendencies of his own nature, was not only
enjoying the abundant supper, but feasting his eyes meantime on the
charms developed by his cousin in his absence.
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