"Here, you Willium," she commanded, "you drink these here salts and not a word out o' you, or I'll tan you good and plenty.",
Something like a sigh escaped the man who listened to this edict. He took a lagging step or two forward.,
"You black, thievin' passel of impudence, you!" she was saying. "If I had a stick long enough to reach you, you'd never dirty any more of my new-washed clothes.".
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