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`` No , sir , not but a little , '' said Rondeau ; `` but I know this hand write , I reckon . '' In a twinkling , he was in the street . `` This is a fine morning , '' thought he . `` I 've got the right letter this time , so I wo n't hurry home , for marster ai n't goin ' to find any fault if I do n't git thar till noon . '' So the next hour was spent in gossiping with all the blacks which could be found lounging round the streets . Suddenly one of the negroes called out , `` Ho , Rondeau ! Thar 's yer old marster Lace comin ' .