Vulgar words in The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 105, July 1866 (Page 1)
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On such occasions I always knew that my dear old nurse had just finished making a bed or sweeping a room, and had sunk down to rest in a prayer, as a fagged drudge on a stool.
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Miss Arabella Jane--dat's your dear dead-an'-gone grandma's second cousin--had seven childern by her first husband,--he was a Patterson,--and nine by her second,--_he_ was a McKim,--and five--but 'tain't no use, honey; you don't 'pear to take no int'res' in yer own kith and kin, no more dan or'nary white trash.