Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 12: what you’re looking at

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6 MAUM GUINEA. “ Laws, no—course I can’t.” “Tt’s "traction—traction of grabity tow'd de lubly bein’ in ‘whose presence I now revolbe.” : “ Laws, Mister ’Perion, you uses such obbrobrious language !” “We's had opportunities, Miss Rose; we ain’t common folks. ’Sides, I’s ’spired by de occasion.” “Spec's if you was conwersin’ wid Miss July, de likes ob me couldn’t understand it at all,’—and the crimson turban of the young mulatto girl gave a coquettish toss, and the black eyes flashed at him a quick, sidelong look. “Now don’t go to saying dat,” answered her companion, with a gesture of distress. “You knows I neber speaks to July "less I can’t help it. Course, bein’ fellow-serbants, and eatin’ to de same table, I has to be perlite to her. But I guess I knows who T whies ee eeee maid, ’stead of dat pert niggah.” D xe git & «“ T wouldn’ belong to. nobody but my Own young missus. She’s de bestus young lady in de hull Lousiany State. Don’t you t’ink she’s berry han’some ?” “ She’s mighty han’some for a white lady—mighty han’some, and I don’ wonder young massa tink so; but I know who suits my taste better !” “ Who, now ?’—with the most innocent interest. “ W’y, de lubly bein’ who waits on her, in course,”—with a flourishing bow. Again the crimson turban was tossed. “Laws, Mister ’Perion, you is such a flatterer !” The young colored man leaned against the gate-post, sur- yeying -her admiringly; her lithe, slender form, clear, yellow complexion, and flashing eyes, were doubtless his ideal of female beauty. “Truf isn’t flattery, Rose.” “Hadn’ bettah let July know w’at you been sayin’.” comicbooksrcom