Draw up now en tell me de news. Tell me sud'n 'bout Miss
Lou. Did dey git her mar'd?"
"Yah! yah! Marse Scoville's so'd ud cut de knot ef dey had."
"Dat's des ez much ez you knows. All de so'ds ober flash kyant cut
dat ar knot 'less dey kill Marse Whately."
"Dat 'min's me ob someting ter'ble quar. Marse Scoville had he so'd
pintin' right agin Mad Whately's neck en yit he ain' jab 'im. Dat
same Mad Whately gwine ter mek a heap ob trouble fer he got clean
off."
"Marse Scoville know dat ef he kill a man right straight wid he own
han' he spook come and mek a heap mo' trouble."
"Hi! didn't tink o' dat."
"Bettah tink right smart, Chunk. You'se gittin' top-heaby ef you is
sho't. Now tell me all 'bout de mar'age."
"Dey ain' no mar'age. Zany tole me how Miss Lou say she ain' neber
'sent, en den 'fo' dey could say dere lingo ober her en mar'y her
des ez dey would a bale ob cotton, up rides Marse Scoville en put
his so'd troo ebryting. He tells us we all free en--"
"En eat yo' supper. I ain' done projeckin' 'bout dis freedom
business.
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