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“Dar!” he said, rolling his eyes with an approving grin; “me fix ‘em!” At this moment Mrs. Shelby appeared on the balcony, beckoning to him. Sam approached with as good a determination to pay court as did ever suitor after a va- cant place at St. James’s or Washington. “Why have you been loitering so, Sam? I sent Andy to tell you to hurry.” “Lord bless you, Missis!” said Sam, “horses won’t be cotched all in a minit; they’d done clared out way down to the south pasture, and the Lord knows whar!” “Sam, how often must I tell you not to say ‘Lord bless you, and the Lord knows,’ and such things? It’s wicked.” “O Lord bless my soul! I done forgot, Missis! I won’t say nothing of de sort no more.” “Why, Sam, you just have said it again.” “Did I? O Lord! I mean-I didn’t go for to say it.” “You must be careful, Sam.” “Just let me get my breath, Missis, and I’ll start fair. I’ll be berry careful.” “Well, Sam, you are to go with Mr. Haley, to show him the road, and help him. Be careful of the horses, Sam; you know Jerry was a little lame last week; don’t ride them too fast.” Mrs. Shelby spoke the last words with a low voice, and strong emphasis. |
