Janice Meredith by Paul Leicester Ford
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not to be spoken. The two of them!"
"You challenged and killed him!" surmised Janice, excitedly. "And that's why you came to America." The groom shook his head sadly. "Not that, Miss Janice. They robbed me of both honour and revenge. I was powerless to punish either--except by--Bah! I've done with them for ever." "Foh mussy's sakes, chile," came Sukey's voice, "what youse dam' hyar? Run quick, honey, foh your mah is 'quirin' foh youse." "Oh, Luddy!" cried the girl, reaching out for the miniature. "'T is not done, but I'll see to 't that you get it this evening," exclaimed Charles. The girl turned and fled toward the house, closely followed by Sukey. "Peg she come to de kitchen foh youse," the cook explained; "an' 'cause I dun see youse go out de back do', I specks whar youse gwine, an' I sens her back to say dat young missus helpin' ole Sukey, an' be in pretty quick, an' so dey never know." "Oh, Sukey, you're a dear!" |
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