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Pon my soul and honour,' said Mr Slum, 'that's a good remark.
"Him de syfe and de spade what Massa Will sis
pon my buying for him in de town, and de debbils own lot of money I had to gib for em."
I did, '
pon my word, I got that frightened!" said he, as if bragging of having been frightened.
Joe, I never meant to -- '
pon my soul and honor, I never meant to, Joe.
"'
Pon my word," said Conseil, "it will be gingerbread."
"'
Pon my word," he said, "I wish we could go off somewhere by ourselves.
"'
Pon my soul, I did not know you could forget yourself to that extent." He didn't try to conceal his physical disgust, because he believed it to be a purely moral reprobation of every unreserve, of anything in the nature of a scene.
Quite a difference--'
pon my word, man, you'll have to admit it."
Her story quite affected me--'
pon my word and honour, it did--never was such a cruel persecution borne so angelically, I may say.
Now, when I study '
pon it, I think de straight road de best, deridedly."
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Pon my soul, I don't wonder," said Strickland, with his eyes on the ceiling-cloth.
But '
pon my body, it is a rum life for a married couple!