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on the mat, some doubtful of the sekle," it was not for long, and he unceremoniously pushed the door open and walked in. With a great show of haste, he made for his master's wardrobe and began busily searching among the articles therein. Harrison Randolph and his cousin were in the room, and their conversation, which had been animated, suddenly ceased when Peter entered.
"I thought I told you I did n't want you any more to-night."
"I 's a-lookin' fu' dem striped pants o' yo'n. I want to tek 'em out an' bresh 'em: dey 's p'intly a livin' sight."
"You get out o' here."
"But, Mas' Ha'ison, now— now— look— a— hyeah—"
"Get out, I tell you—"
Pete shuffled from the room, mumbling as he went: "Dah now, dah now! driv' out lak a dog! How's I gwine to fin' out anyt'ing dis away? I do 'pear lak Mas' Ha'ison do try to gi'e me all de trouble he know how. Now he plannin' an' projickin' wif dat cousin Dale, an' one jes' ez scattah-brained ez de othah. Well, I 'low I got to beat dey time somehow er ruther."
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