Unformatted text preview: YOU just get well once, you young scamp, and I lay I’ll tan the Old Harry out o’ both o’ ye!’ But Tom, he WAS so proud and joyful, he just COULDN’T hold in, and his tongue just WENT it — she a-chipping in, and spitting fire all along, and both of them going it at once, like a cat convention; and she says: ‘WELL, you get all the enjoyment you can out of it NOW, for mind I tell you if I catch you meddling with him again —‘ ‘Meddling with WHO?’ Tom says, dropping his smile and looking surprised. ‘With WHO? Why, the runaway nigger, of course. Who’d you reckon?’...
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- Fall '08
- English, Debut albums, Tom, runaway nigger, little rapscallions, everybody’s wits