F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams
Capitolo 9
meaningless showy among our richer republicans. Few they are able
you/he/she has thought to one you inebriate the touching superiority on another,
(the vote-cribber it was an intoxicated, as we will show,) but so it
it was, nevertheless.
"I possess on", it gathers Tom, "I possess on; I love my mother, and it am out of
son-in-laws. You please can call me a mass of dirt-thing You!"
"Never the mind; I am Your friend, Tom" it interrupts the abrupt old man
jailer, bending down himself/herself/itself and softly picking him/it up from the arm. "Good
comes some worse dirt of nature-bad you/he/she can come of what seemeth the
better; and you plant with trees that pippins of the sound that brings is been able to come of rotten centers.
Console on!"
The coolness and the unexpected admonition of the "vote-cribber" the leaves a
deep impression in the feelings of Tom. He tries, lifting a sigh, to
rises, but it doesn't have strength, and it falls back languidly on the floor.
His/her expression, for some moments it becomes dark and demolishing himself/herself/itself; but
some words of kind that autumn from the lips of the jailer it inhales him with
trust; and, turning on partly his/her side, he thrusts his/her begrimed
hands in a pair of fat pockets, whistling "Doodle Yankee", with
great calm.
The jailer throws a look around him for assistance, while to say will be him/it
necessary to find him/it on and to bring him/it to his/her cell.
"To a cell-one cell-one cell!" it reiterates the intoxicated one. "Well, as the
it says" the legal smaller nobility, him continuous, "I will enter a 'the not-contender.' ME
only tells this way of implication, to show my love for the individual
who gathers taxes extending documents on my account."
In it replies to a question from the jailer, he says, they is mistaken Tom
Swiggs, if theirs think that he doesn't have left of pride.
"There is later everything, anything more in You that I thought, Tom. Gives
us Your hand", it says the vote-cribber, cordially extending his/her hand,
as if a change for the best had come him/it on, and firmly grabbing