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Do you think she favors him?
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At any rate, laughed Abby,
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she continued, looking earnestly at Abner,
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I have in mind a far more suitable lover, who will, I hope, some day win that heart of gold.
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Who is this fortunate one destined to 'win that heart of gold'? Dudley carelessly inquired, feeling but little interest just then in any topic save that which concerned himself and the girl at his side.
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Do I know him?
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Only slightly, I believe, Miss Patterson replied, looking down with a demure smile;
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Of course, he thought jubilantly,
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I shall become well acquainted with Betsy's prospective husband, when Abby shall have accepted me.
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Whoever he may be, said Abner, heartily,
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he added in a lower key, and frowning slightly, as he looked at Mr. Drane,
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I can not, for the life of me, cordially like or trust yonder fine gentleman. But what about this other lover for Betty?
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At present, Abby answered with a meaning which Abner was far from construing correctly,
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Let us hope that this blind Romeo may soon be restored to sight, laughed Abner;
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the
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the
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--old-time, energetic country dancing--shook the rafters overhead, and made the puncheon floor vibrate. Such jigging, such
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such swinging corners! No languid, lazy gliding, but hearty motion--up and down, round and round, faster and faster, as the twinkling bow sawed across the strings to the tune of
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Coon Dog,
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Roxy Ann,
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Billy Batters, or
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Niggah in the Cawnfield.
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as Rube and Tom declared,
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Balance all!
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Swing yer pardnahs!
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Ladies, chain!
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Gals to the centah, an' boys all around! Sometimes he admonished some laggard or blunderer,
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Hurry, thah, Sammy!
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Bill, to the left! his feet the while tapping the floor, and his body swaying rhythmically as his right arm swung the bow and the fingers of his left hand twinkled over the strings. A further incentive to merriment was the excited admiration of the negroes gathered outside at doors and windows--not only the darkeys of the Rogers household, but many from neighboring domains as well--heads bobbing, eyes rolling, teeth glistening, as their feet beat time on the frozen ground. Sometimes a dusky swain caught some dusky maid around the waist and swung her merrily; and all promised themselves
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HOUSE-RAISIN'