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He inquired in a voice quick with sympathy: "I suppose you have a lot of fellows who try to get fresh with you." "Say, gee, do I! Say, listen, there's some of these cigar-store sports that think because a girl's working in a barber shop, they can get away with anything. The things they saaaaaay! But, believe me, I know how to hop those birds!
Presently, he straightened and looked up and around. "Well, I guess I see what's got t' be done," he remarked casually. The strap it was Johnnie's first thought; Barber was getting ready to whip Cis! Never before had the boy seen her threatened, and the mere idea was beyond his enduring. "Oh, Mister Barber!" he protested. "Oh, what y' goin' t' do?"
"Of course," he added, "if you think Tad's got a right to boss all hands and the cook, why, I ain't complainin'. Only, if I was a painter doin' a good, high-class trade, and a one-hoss barber tried to dictate to me, I shouldn't bow down and tell him to kick easy as he could. Seems to me I'd kick first. But I'M no boss; I mustn't influence you." Lemuel was indignant.
The frill o' my sark-breast wadna lie in the position in which I wanted it! For the first time my very hair rose in rebellion it wadna lie right; and I cried, 'The mischief tak' the barber! The only part o' my dress wi' which I was satisfied, was a spotless pair o' nankeen pantaloons.
Leonard Myring, a barber, and told him that she, knowing him to be her husband's particular friend and acquaintance, and he then being under some misfortunes, through which she feared he would not presently return, she knew not how to recover several sums of money that were due to her husband, unless by sending fictitious letters in his name, to the several persons from whom the same were due.
So then, provided it seems good to you, Master Nicholas, I say let this and 'Amadis of Gaul' be remitted the penalty of fire, and as for all the rest, let them perish without further question or query." "Nay, gossip," said the barber, "for this that I have here is the famous 'Don Belianis."
But for all she tugged at it the barber would not give it up until the licentiate told him to let her have it, as there was now no further occasion for that stratagem, because he might declare himself and appear in his own character, and tell Don Quixote that he had fled to this inn when those thieves the galley slaves robbed him; and should he ask for the princess's squire, they could tell him that she had sent him on before her to give notice to the people of her kingdom that she was coming, and bringing with her the deliverer of them all.
Church, who had accepted her as an ally, but with mental reservations, softly applied a handkerchief to her eyes. "How are you feeling?" demanded Mrs. Banks, in the voice of one addressing a deaf invalid. "I'm all right," said Barber, shortly. "That's his pride," said Mrs. Church, mournfully; "he won't own to it. He can't remember anything. He pretends he doesn't know me."
As the barber was counting out the change the eastern financier heard behind him murmurs of hearty approval and admiration of Jefferson Worth. The barber's story had made a deep impression and certainly no one in the crowd was more deeply impressed than was the president of The King's Basin Land and Irrigation Company.
"He's the dead spit of his father, if you want to know," Barber answered savagely; and Tap again slunk back. When Bobby Murray rode from Birralong with a couple of months' supply of stores for the mining camp, he found that during his brief absence the others had made great progress in their work.
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