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She was searching his eyes for mercy. "It wasn't HIS fault that I kept staying on. He didn't know how to get rid of me. He DID try, he tried only to-day." "So he's comin' 'round," sneered Strong. "Yes, yes, and you won't blame him any more, will you?" she hurried on anxiously. "You'll let him stay, no matter what he does, if I promise to go away and never, never come back again?"
"I No, nothing." Her courage had failed her, and she moved toward the door. "Mattie!" She stopped. "Jest a minute," said Scattergood. "Never walk off with suthin' on your mind. Apt to give ye mental cramps. What was that there tack hammer an excuse for comin' here fer?" "Is it true that he's coming back, like the talk's goin' around?" "I calc'late ye mean Mavin. Mean Mavin Newton?"
A 'll take him the message, an' if there's anything about you that you don't wish to be known or heard, make him keep his distance. He's this minute in a de'il of a passion about something, an' was comin' up as if he'd ait you without salt, but a' would n't allow it; so, if you don't wish to see him, am the boy won't be afeard to say so. He's not coming as a friend, a' can tell you."
Alford entered and said, "Milly, your step-mother's team is comin' up the road." In a moment there was a bustle in the house, but before any preparation could be made the carriage was at the gate, and Mrs. Kinloch, accompanied by Squire Clamp, knocked at the door. "Milly, you go into the kitchen with Mrs. Alford," said the farmer. "I'll attend to matters for them." "No, Mr.
There's a great little old revelation due in about a: day or so, and I wish you'd lay low. Will you?" "What do you mean?" "Why, don't do or say much about the affair. Let it simmer. I'm on the warpath, and so's Mr. Stone, and we're comin' out on top, if we don't have no drawbacks. So, don't trot round to clarviants or harp on that there 'vision' of yours, will you?"
"Deed, an' dey was, missy, comin' right up de lawn 'fore our eyes, an' dribin' in a few ob our sogers dat was a-watchin' fer dem by de road; dey come right 'long too. I could see dere sabres flashin' in de sunset long way off.
They'll catch the first rustle of a leaf by Sheridan's cavalry." "I hope so." "Never fear. Well, Sweeney, while we wait for General Lee, Senator Rives needs a little cheer. We've medicine in that box for every ill that man is heir to. Things look black in Richmond, he tells us. All right. Give us the old familiar tune Hard Times and Wuss Er Comin'! Go it!" Sweeney touched his strings sharply.
If Jake comes here to-morrow, and you ain't here, what do you think he'll do? The neighbours are comin' for fifty miles round, two is comin' up a hundred miles, an' you can't Jinny, you can't do it. I bin sick of answerin' questions all these years 'bout you and Jake, an' I ain't goin' through it again. I've told more lies than there's straws in a tick." She flamed out.
When it came nearer Jimmie moved toward the door of the water chamber. "That must be Ned," he thought, "comin' back alone. Now, I wonder if anythin' has happened to Frank an' Jack?" For a moment the heart of the lad throbbed wildly, then he calmed himself with the thought that in case of accident he would have been notified by the lifting lines.
The tension upon the nerves of the boys was relieved, and they whispered between themselves about what they had seen, or thought they had seen. All became still, as Jim turned his boat up the stream again. After proceeding for ten or fifteen minutes in perfect silence, Jim whispered: "Skin yer eyes, now, Mr. Balfour; we're comin' to a lick."
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