human
I don't know what, she said,
gpt
The child's safe wherever she is. She's been a rippittin' 'round all day tryin' to git old Billy Sanders sober, an' more'n likely she's sot down some'rs an' fell asleep. Ef folks could sleep off the'r sins, Nan'd be a saint.
human
But wherever she is, she isn't here, remarked Mrs. Dorrington, tearfully;
gpt
Perhaps she went with him,
human
No fear of that, said Mrs. Absalom.
gpt
Ridin' in a gig is too much like work for Nan to be fond of it. No; she's some'rs she's got no business, an' ef I could lay my hand on her, I'd jerk her home so quick, her head would swim worse than old Billy Sanders's does when he's full up to the chin.
human
If you go, said the lady,
gpt
I will feel that Nan is not coming, but as long as you stay, I have hope that she will run in any moment. She is with that Tasma Tid, and I think it is terrible that we can't get rid of that negro. I have never been able to like negroes.
human
Well, you needn't be too hard on the niggers, declared Mrs. Absalom.
gpt
Everything they know, everything they do, everything they say--everything--they have larnt from the white folks. Study a nigger right close, an' you'll ketch a glimpse of how white folks would look an' do wi'out the'r trimmin's.
human
Oh, perhaps so, assented Mrs. Dorrington, with a little shrug of the shoulders which said a good deal plainer than words,
gpt
You couldn't make me believe that.
human
Nan came running in out of breath.
gpt
Oh, such a time as I've had! she exclaimed.
human
You'll not be angry with me, Eugenia, when you hear all! Talk of adventures! Well, I have had one at last, after waiting all these years! Don't scold me, Nonny, until you know where I've been and what I've done. And poor Johnny has been crying, and having all sorts of wild thoughts about poor me. Don't go, Eugenia; I am going with you in a moment--just as soon as I can gather my wits about me. I am perfectly wild.
gpt
Tell us something new, said Mrs. Absalom drily.
human
Here we've been on pins and needles, thinkin' maybe some of your John A. Murrells had rushed into town an' kidnapped you, an' all the time you an' that slink of a nigger have been gallivantin' over the face of the yeth. I declare ef Randolph don't do somethin' wi' you they ain't no tellin' what'll become of you.