Then, with sudden ire, "Because Goramighty made you white,
you tink you bery wise without any more trouble. Dat ar niggar am an
abominable egotisk."
"Pray what does that mean?" inquired Kenealy innocently.
"What him mean? what him mean? Yah! yah!"
"Yes. What does it mean?"
"What him mean? Yah! What didn't you hear Missy Besford miscall him an
abominable egotisk?"
"Yes," said Fullalove, winking to Kenealy; "but we don't know what it
means. Do you, sir?"
"Iss, sar. Dat ar expression he signify a darned old cuss dat says to dis
child, 'My lord Vespasium, take benevolence on your insidious slave, and
invest me in a bread-bag,' instead of fighting for de ladies like a
freenindependum citizen. Now you two go fast asleep; dis child lie shut
one eye and open de oder bery wide open on dat ar niggar." And with this
mysterious threat he stalked away.
His contempt for a black skin, his ebullitions of unexpected ire, his
turgid pomposity, and love of long terms, may make the reader smile; but
they could hardly amuse his friends just then; everything that touched
upon Dodd was too serious now.
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