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Nothing was known of Spinola save that he was a high-born and very wealthy patrician who had reached his thirty-fourth year without achieving personal distinction of any kind, and who, during the previous summer, like so many other nobles from all parts of Europe, had thought it worth his while to drawl through a campaign or two in the Low Countries.
From one cabin came the sound of a child crying angrily, from another the harsh coughing of some very old person, and from still another the whining of a dog. He moved to the left, feeling his way gingerly between the humble dwellings. A lighted window caught his attention, and then a man's voice, with a whimsical drawl and twang to it, raised in song.
The child gazed solemnly across the car at another stranger, then pulled the mother's arm again, "That man over there winked at me." And thereupon another man, sitting sidewise on the seat in front, and looking back at Alice, tittered softly, and said to Mary, with a raw drawl: "She's a-beginnin' young."
Those in the rear jammed the front ones close to Clay and his captive. The cowpuncher gently but strongly pushed them back. "Don't get on the prod," he advised in his genial drawl. "The poet he's got an important engagement right now." A kind of scuffle developed. The proprietor increased it by his hysterical efforts to prevent any trouble.
His mouth was wide and faintly satirical; his chin aggressively square; his nose long and straight. His voice was deep and pleasant, and he spoke with what Miss Miller described as a "perfectly fascinating drawl." Mrs.
"Up that street, and turn the corner to your left," she directed. The wagon was about half loaded with the blacksmith's outfit. To add to this the horse wrangler set the heavy brakes. Hiram grasped the jerkline, but allowed it to hang slack in his hands. Now came his soft, caressing drawl, low and musical: "Pete! Abe! Feel of it! Molly! Steve! Ben! Prince! Up ahead, there Jane! Buck!"
Kate's voice was curt, incisive, her tone final. "He can't use a dog on these Rambouillets they're high-strung, nervous, different from the merinos. Anyway, I won't have it." She swung about to indicate that the conversation was ended. "That's all Greek to me. Do you understand it, Hugh?" Miss Rathburn's lofty drawl, her faintly patronizing manner, all indicated amusement.
Kells was holding a rendezvous with members of his Legion. Joan even recognized his hard and somber tone, and the sharp voice of Red Pearce, and the drawl of Handy Oliver. "All right. I'll be quiet," responded Cleve, cautiously. "Joan, you're to answer a few questions." Then a soft hand touched Joan, and a voice differently keyed from any she had heard on the border addressed her.
He laughed a good deal, by which token one saw that his teeth were white and sound. Something of the Southwestern drawl had survived his years at New Haven, but when he became earnest his eyes snapped and he spoke with quick, nervous energy, in a deep voice that was a little harsh.
She turned at sound of the suave, amused drawl, and looked upon a dark, slim young man of picturesque appearance. He was bowing to her with an obvious intention of overdoing it. Voice and manner had the habit of the South rather than of the West. A kind of indolent irony sat easily upon the swarthy face crowned with a black sleek head of hair. Her instinct told the girl who he was.
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