Arthur Sullivant Hoffman

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Arthur Sullivant Hoffman McClure's Magazine, Volume 25, Number 4… (1905)

I was late to the Cross-roads and was so glad to see your auto that I climbed in, waiting for you. I never dreamed it was any but you that run and jumped in the front seat and went off with me. Another auto chased us and was catching up—whether they was after him or me I don't know, but I bet Miss Edith had n't peached—when our tire burst and he got out and told me not to be scared. I knew it wasn't your voice back of his goggles, though he was much your size. He thought I was some one else, too, for he sort of gasped “Good God! Who are you?”
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Arthur Sullivant Hoffman McClure's Magazine, Volume 25, Number 4… (1905)

Just as I waz takin' me eyes away a man in wan of these long autymobile coats, an' wid blinders on, run out across the road from my side the pike, carryin' something in his arms. 'He may be pursuin' Lucy from the big house,' thought I, 'or the lunytic may have met him and sicked him on me.' I made a dive for the door, findin' manny other things first, an' whin I reached it this new lunytic waz just climbin' into the front seat of me autymobile, and before me very eyes he took hold the handles and away they wint, hell-headed for Granewood!
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Arthur Sullivant Hoffman McClure's Magazine, Volume 25, Number 4… (1905)

It's surprised I am she did n't give ye a olive-spoon, or a carvin'-set, just to show her gratitude.'
“'It waz enough she had on the hands of her that night, as I'm goin' to show ye,' says Lucy, disregardful-like, 'widout foolin' wid carvin'-sets an' burglarious women. Miss Edith an' the kids wint to the Cross-roads to meet some man. She don't go autyin' at two in the mornin' just for fun. An' if she had n't been there for just that she would niver have been so anxious to follow him that she'd have took a strange man like you in wid her—meanin' no disrespect, Patsy,' says she.
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