The truth is"-- here he sunk his voice to a whisper--"she's very thick with that willain with a hinfidel's name.

They're in league, sur." "How do you know ?" "They've bin a-promenadin' together nearly every day since Christmas; and when a feller like that 'ere Woltaire goes a-walkin' with a creature like that hancient wirgin on his arm, then I think there must be somethin' on board." "But this is purely surmise, Simon.

There is no reason why Miss Staggles and Mr.Voltaire may not walk together." "There's more than surmise, sur.

You know the plantation up behind the house, Mr.Blake ?" "The fir plantation?
Very well." "Well, sur, the night afore last I wur up there.

They are hevin' a kind of Christmas-tree in one of the Sunday schools over in the willage to-night, and some o' the teachers came to the guv'nor and asked him for a tree to put some knick-knacks on.