"They were seeking to
drive her into submission by strong, steady pressure, but if she
insisted on her right--"
"Dat des w'at she did, Marse Scoville. She say she neber 'sent,
NEBER," Chunk interrupted.
"Then the whole Southern Confederacy could not have married her and
she ought to know it."
"Well, you mus' be 'siderate, Marse Scoville. Miss Lou know a heap
'bout some tings en she des a chile 'bout oder tings. Ole mars'r en
misus al'ays try ter mek her tink dat only w'at dey say is right en
nuthin' else, en dey al'ays 'low ter her dat she gwine ter mar'y her
cousin some day, en she al'ays 'low ter me she doan wanter."
"Poor child! she does need a friend in very truth. What kind of a
man is this Mad Whately anyway, that he could think of taking part
in such a wrong?"
"He de same kin' ob man dat he wuz a boy," Chunk answered. "Den he
kick en howl till he git w'at he want. 'Scuse me, Marse Scoville,
but I kyant hep tinkin' you mek big 'stake dat you didn't jab 'im
w'en you hab de chance.
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