But, law! dis ain' nuffin ter what I'se 'll git yer. Yer'se
shall hab rings an' dresses an' jules till yer 'stinguish de oder
gals like de sun put out de stars."
"What yer foun', Jeff Wobbles?"
"I'se foun' what'll make yer a lady if yer hab sense. I'se gib yer
de compliment ob s'lecting yer ter shar' my fine if yer'll lemme
put dis ring on yer degaged finger."
"Yer doan say nuffin 'bout lub in dis yer 'rangement," Suky
simpered, sidling up to him.
"Oh, dat kind ob sent'ment 'll do fer common niggahs," Jeff
explained with dignity. "I'se hurd my missus talk 'bout 'liances
'twixt people of quality. Ki! Suky, I'se in a'sition now ter make
a 'liance wid yer. Yer ain' like dat low gal, Mandy. What Mister
Johnsing ebber hab ter gib her but a lickin' some day? I'se done
wid dat common class; I may fiddle fur 'em now an' den, jes' ter
see dem sport deysefs, while I'se lookin' on kin' ob s'periur
like, yer know. But den, dey ain' our kin' ob folks. Yer'se got
qulities dat'll shine like de risin' moon dar." Then in a whisper
he added, "De Linkum sogers is off dar ter the east'erd.
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