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"
And
,
Mr
Stump
,
"
continued
the
young
lady
,
drawing
nearer
to
the
hunter
,
and
speaking
in
a
more
subdued
tone
of
voice
,
"
if
the
young
--
young
gentleman
should
arrive
while
the
other
people
are
here
--
perhaps
he
do
n't
know
them
--
will
you
see
that
he
is
not
neglected
?
There
is
wine
yonder
,
in
the
verandah
,
and
other
things
.
You
know
what
I
mean
,
dear
Mr
Stump
?
"
"
Durned
if
I
do
,
Miss
Lewaze
;
that
air
,
not
adzackly
.
I
kin
unnerstan
'
all
thet
ere
'
bout
the
licker
'
an
other
fixins
.
But
who
air
the
young
gen
'
leman
yur
speakin
'
o
'
?
Thet
's
the
thing
as
bamboozles
me
.
"
"
Surely
you
know
who
I
mean
!
The
young
gentleman
--
the
young
man
--
who
,
you
say
,
is
bringing
in
the
horses
.
"
"
Oh
!
ah
!
Maurice
the
mowstanger
!
That
's
it
,
is
it
?
Wal
,
I
reck
'n
yur
not
a
hundred
mile
astray
in
calling
him
a
gen
'
leman
;
tho
'
it
ai
n't
offen
es
a
mowstanger
gits
thet
entitlement
,
or
desarves
it
eyther
.
He
air
one
,
every
inch
o
'
him
--
a
gen
'
leman
by
barth
,
breed
,
an
raisin
'
--
tho
'
he
air
a
hoss-hunter
,
an
Irish
at
thet
.
"
The
eyes
of
Louise
Poindexter
sparkled
with
delight
as
she
listened
to
opinions
so
perfectly
in
unison
with
her
own
.
"
I
must
tell
ye
,
howsomdiver
,
"
continued
the
hunter
,
as
some
doubt
had
come
across
his
mind
,
"
it
wo
n't
do
to
show
that
'
ere
young
fellur
any
sort
o
'
second-hand
hospertality
.
As
they
used
to
say
on
the
Massissippi
,
he
air
'
as
proud
as
a
Peintdexter
.
'
Excuse
me
,
Miss
Lewaze
,
for
lettin
'
the
word
slip
.
I
did
think
o
'
t
thet
I
war
talkin
'
to
a
Peintdexter
--
not
the
proudest
,
but
the
puttiest
o
'
the
name
.
"
"
Oh
,
Mr
Stump
!
you
can
say
what
you
please
to
me
.
You
know
that
I
could
not
be
offended
with
you
,
you
dear
old
giant
!
"
"
He
'd
be
meaner
than
a
dwurf
es
ked
eyther
say
or
do
anythin
'
to
offend
you
,
miss
.
"
"
Thanks
!
thanks
!
I
know
your
honest
heart
--
I
know
your
devotion
.
Perhaps
some
time
--
some
time
,
Mr
Stump
,
"
--
she
spoke
hesitatingly
,
but
apparently
without
any
definite
meaning
--
"
I
might
stand
in
need
of
your
friendship
.
"
