One of them is a young man from Boston,--an aesthetic young man, who talks about its being "a real Corot day," etc., and a young woman--a girl, a female, I
don't know what to call her--from Vermont, or Minnesota, or some such place.
"I
don't know nothink about no--where I was took by the beadle, do you mean?" says Jo.
"You
don't know what to do with yourself?" she repeated.
No, I
don't know. I said bolted, meaning that it was fastened, and I could not open it, but I believe all the doors were found bolted on the inside."
'I
don't know, Mr Wrayburn,' answered Bradley, with his passion rising, 'why you address me--'
I
don't know how you would sleep, how you would eat."
Men have some horse sense, though Sarah
don't know it.
"I
don't know," said the young girl, and she added hastily, "but you were following me also, why were you following me?"
'And when I think,' said Rachael through her sobs, 'that the poor lad was so grateful, thinkin you so good to him - when I mind that he put his hand over his hard-worken face to hide the tears that you brought up there - Oh, I hope you may be sorry, and ha' no bad cause to be it; but I
don't know, I
don't know!'
"Marse Tom, you are just putting on; you know it perfectly well; I
don't know what makes you act like that - but you always did, even when you was little, and you can't get over it, I reckon.
Lorry, not minding him, "I really
don't know what you have to do with the matter.
You
don't know what you've got to look forward to."