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MacDonald, George, 1824-1905

"Southern Lights and Shadows"

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"Ya'as, Zekle," she said, shyly. "Whoopee! I feel like I'd like ter jump up
'n' knock my heels tergether 'n' yell!"
"Yer'd better try it er spell." she said, smiling at him shyly, "'n' jest
see how soon ye'd ha' th' hull fambly er-rushin' in ter see what was the
matter."
Hereupon came the ominous sound of Father Tyler winding the clock in the
sitting-room; Zekle knew 'twas a signal for him to depart.
"Well," slowly rising, "I guess I got ter go, but I do mortally hate ter.
Come ter th' door wi' me, Mandy Calline"; and taking her hand, he drew her
up beside him, but she stood off a bit skittishly, and he knew that it
would be useless to ask the question which was trembling on his lips, so,
quick as a flash, he dropped one arm around her waist, tipped up her chin
with the other hand, and kissed her square on the mouth before she fairly
knew what he was about.
"You Zekle White!" she cried out, snatching herself from his arm and
bestowing a rousing slap on his face.
"I knowed ye wouldn't give me one, so I tuck it jest so. Good-night tell
ter-morrer, Mandy Calline; I'm goin' home 'n' dream erbout ye.


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