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"Ec-c-coutez une moment," the Babe begins, "Jer p-p-poovay expliquay tut tut tut tut sh-sh-shiss " says he, loosening his stammer at rapid fire, popping and hissing, rushing and hitching like a red-hot machine-gun with a siphon attachment. In five minutes the farmer is white in the face and imploring the Babe to let by-gones be by-gones. "N-n-not a b-bit of it, old t-top," says the Babe.
And yet she had the queer effect of making him want to cry again. That wouldn't do. She wouldn't respect him if he cried. He thrust his hands deep into his pockets and knitted his fair brows into a fearful Stonehouse scowl. "Oh, it's nothing. I've had a row at home. That's all. My father's new wife h-hit me and I b-bit her. Jolly hard. And then I fell downstairs." "Why did she hit you?"
"Th-th-this l-l-lady wants ter s-s-see how we m-m-mine," he explained in painful embarrassment, "a-an' I th-th-thought I 'd t-take her d-d-down if you 'd w-work the w-w-windlass a b-bit." Old Mike turned slowly around and fronted the two, his screwed-up eyes on the girl, while with great deliberation he drew a match along the leg of his canvas trousers. "Onything to oblige ye," he said gruffly.
"Just you try it and see where it lands you!" Then Miss Beautiful from the rosy depths of hat began to quiver of voice, jerky little sobs catching her up. "I can't stand it! I b-bit off a b-bigger piece than I can swallow." "Now, Darling Beautiful, I ask you would your own Lester do anything that wasn't just going to be the making of his girl as well as himself?
"W-W-What's that b-boat?" he asked. He was looking straight ahead. Both Spike and I looked under the boom and saw the sail of a yacht about a mile away. She was headed directly for us. "Oh, some boat, or other," said Spike, nibbling at a jam-covered cracker, which Spook had fixed for him. "L-L-Let's ch-change our c-course a b-bit, she m-may be f-full of p-p-persons with pup-pup-pitchforks."
And here I was, likely to be scalped or burned to death, and my innards just a griping and a yearning for a b-bit of solid food. "There were some four thousand Frenchmen in the fort, Canadians, Indians, and the regulars in their white coats. "I was bound to get away if I could, and watched for a chance. We were not f-far from the breastwork.
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