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Samantha at the World’s Fair

CHAPTER IX
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And some, too, he looked as if she wuz dead and buried, and he wuz a-mournin' deep for her, _very_ deep.
As curious a look as I ever see; and if I hain't seen curious looks in my time, then I will say nobody has.

Yes, indeed! I have seen curious looks in my journey through life, curious as a dog, and curiouser.
But there she stood, no matter what looks wuz cast on her from friend or foe--and I guess it would sound better to say from friend or lover, for nobody could be a foe to that radiant-faced, beautiful creeter.
There she stood, in sun or shade, knee-deep in them fresh green grasses, a-lookin' off onto them sunset clouds always rosy and golden, by the side of that streamlet that always had the sparkle on its tiny waves.
I might be tired and weak as a cat, and Mr.Freeman might have the headache, and Josiah Allen be cross, and all fagged out-- But her face wuz always serene, and lit up with the glow of joy and health, and her sweet, deep eyes always held the secret that she couldn't be made to tell.
Mr.Bolster was a stout, middle-aged man, with bald head, side whiskers, and a double chin.

And his big blue eyes kinder stood out from his face some.

He was a real estate agent, so Miss Plank said.

But his principal business seemed to be a-praisin' up Chicago, and a-puffin' up the World's Fair.
Good land! Columbus didn't need none of his patronizin' and puffin' up, and Chicago didn't, not by his tell.
Josiah wuz dretful impressed by him.


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