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That
's
a
young
lady
whose
room
's
betther
than
her
company
,
any
day
in
the
twilmonth
.
She
's
a
dale
too
handy
wid
her
shootin
'
-
iron
.
Wud
yez
belave
it
,
Miss
Pointdixther
;
she
prisinted
a
pistol
widin
six
inches
av
me
nose
?
"
"
Pardieu
!
For
what
reason
?
"
"
Fwhat
rayzun
?
Only
that
I
thried
to
hindher
her
from
inthrudin
'
into
the
cyabin
.
She
got
in
for
all
that
;
for
whin
owld
Zeb
come
back
,
he
made
no
objecshun
to
it
.
She
sayed
she
was
a
frind
av
the
masther
,
an
wanted
to
nurse
him
.
"
"
Indeed
!
Oh
!
it
is
strange
--
very
strange
!
"
muttered
the
Creole
,
reflectingly
.
"
Trath
,
is
it
.
And
so
is
iverything
in
these
times
,
exciptin
'
yez
own
swate
silf
;
that
I
hope
will
niver
be
sthrange
in
a
cyabin
frequinted
by
Phaylim
Onale
.
Shure
,
now
,
I
'm
glad
to
see
yez
,
miss
;
an
shure
so
wud
the
masther
,
if
--
"
"
Dear
Phelim
!
tell
me
all
that
has
happened
.
"
"
Trath
!
thin
miss
,
if
I
'm
to
till
all
,
ye
'll
hiv
to
take
off
your
bonnet
,
and
make
up
your
moind
for
a
long
stay
--
seein
'
as
it
'
ut
take
the
big
ind
av
a
whole
day
to
relate
all
the
quare
things
that
's
happened
since
the
day
afore
yesthirday
.
"
"
Who
has
been
here
since
then
?
"
"
Who
has
been
heeur
?
"
"
Except
the
--
the
--
"
