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lowest depths of humiliation. It could be no worse to make an effort to retain her lover. This resolution gave her warrant to accost Mr. Dunkin the next time she saw him pass the house.
"Howdy, Mistah Dunkin? how you come on?"
"Jes' tol'able, Miss Marfy. How's yo'se'f?"
"Mode't', thanky, jes' mode't'. How de school-house come on?"
"Oh, hit 's p'ogressin' mos' salub'ious, thanky, ma'am."
"I would ax you how de teachah, but hit do seem dat Mistah Taf' done beat yo' time so claih dat you would n't know nothin' 'bout it."
"Haw, haw, Miss Marfy, you sholy is de beatenes' one to have yo' joke."
"I 'claih to goodness, Mistah Dunkin, I 's s'prised at a man o' yo' position lettin' Mistah Taf' git de bes' of him dat way."
"Nemmine, Miss Marfy, I 'low dat young man o' yo'n done let out my secut, but you cain't rig me 'bout hit."
"I don't unnerstan' you. What young man, an' what secut?"
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