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As if his having been coddled and wept over by a strange little girl hadn't been mortifying enough. But his own voice sounded queer to him as he tried to say, with unstammering distinctness and dignity: "You needn't carry me n-n-none, Un-un-uncle Mose. What you doin' it for? Put me d-d-down!"
"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.
But Almo is at Falerii." "No, he's not," Flexinna retorted; "he's b-b-been in t-t-town t-t-ten d-d-days and has had the old house on the C-C-Carinae reopened. He's settling d-d-down to live in Rome." Brinnaria flushed. "I think," she said, scrambling to her feet, "that he might have had enough consideration for me to stay in the country." "So d-d-do I," said Flexinna.
It come from L-l-l-awson's, d-d-down at Washin'ton, an' I b-bought it for y-y-y-you!" "Why, honey darlin' " A sudden light came into the old man's eyes. He seized the lamp and hurried to the door of the bed-chamber, and looked in. This was enough. Perhaps it was mean but he could not help it he set the lamp down on the table, dropped into a chair, and fairly howled with laughter.
"Come u-u-up, M-M-Mike," he called, rattling his letters like castanets. "I w-w-want to g-go d-d-down." There followed a sound of falling rocks below, a fierce shaking of the suspended rope, and then a muffled voice sang out an order, "H'ist away, and be dommed ter yer."
But we often have morning fogs and I have seen several almost as dense as this." "Nothing unusual in a fog d-d-down hereabouts and along the river," Flexinna admitted. "B-B-But this fog is most unusual. It is all over the whole city. I have lived on the Esquiline ever since I was b-b-born and I never saw a fog up there except p-p-perhaps a whiff just about sunrise and then only in wisps.
And I spoke to Lot Taylor, one of our own s-s-sas-sassiety, and asked what he thought of it, and he said for me to go home set d-d-down and let my h-h-h-hah-hair grow. Of all " "I tell you what you do, Josiah," broke in the voice of Captain Zeb Mayo, "you go home or somewhere else and set down and have it cut. That'll take pretty nigh as long, and'll keep it from wearin' out your coat collar.
You was down ther mine, jist then, so that's the whole o' it up ter date." "Where are they now?" "In the cabin yonder, sleepin' I reckon." Winston turned hastily toward Brown, his lips quivering, his eyes grown stern. "Who was it with Mercedes?" he questioned sharply. "Did you learn her name?" "Sh-she told me d-d-down at San Juan," replied Stutter, striving hard to recollect.
I'm not sorry I missed my chance, as you call it. I'm glad I escaped; the chance isn't missed for that matter. Rabulla's place hasn't been filled yet." "Do you know who is g-g-going to be ch-ch-chosen to fill it?" Flexinna asked. "You d-d-don't? The choice has about narrowed d-d-down to that execrable, weasel-faced little M-M-Meffia." "Meffia!" Brinnaria cried.
She flashed her tempting glance up into the man's face, and Brown stamped his feet nervously, endeavoring to appear stern. "C-c-could n't h-hardly do it, m-m-miss. It 's t-too blame dirty d-d-down below fer y-your sort. B-b-besides, my p-pardner ain't yere, an' he m-m-might not l-like it." "You haf de pardner? Who vas de pardner?" "H-h-his name's H-H-Hicks."
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