Thievious

I did want her to marry. It look like a pity for her not to git married. And now she is married, and what have she married? A nasty, dad-blasted, thievious Yankee; […]

“Triplet, you rascal! You may laugh, but I don't want the gun. He may keep it, and do what he pleases with it, even to blowin' out his own thievious brains with it, for what I keer. He's welcome to the gun. You, Triplet!”