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'I don't know what you expect them to do. They ought to know what you've paid them for. The dust's just awful. It's all over the easel. 'I don't use it much now. 'All over the pictures and the floor, and all over your coat. I'd like to speak to them housemaids. 'Ring for tea, then. Dick felt his way to the one chair he used by custom.
"Why, it's on'y mud, mate," said the man who held the tin; "hadn't we better let it settle?" "What for? Drink, my hearty. What's mud but dust o' the earth made wet? Well, we're all made o' the dust o' the earth, ain't we, and consequently wet dust's just the stuff to make yer grow strong again. Deal better than salt junk and pickled pig and biscuit, I can tell yer. There, tip it up.
Kirby swallowed what must have been the last soggy crumb of hardtack. "Well, we had a mind to try that. M'pa, he started him a spread down Pecos way. He had him a good stud-quarter hoss one of Steel Dust's git. Won two or three races, that stud did. Called him Kiowa. Pa made a deal with a Mex mustanger; he got some prime stuff he caught in the Panhandle.
"Why, I'm down here to be his servant." "Well, let's go to the bridge. You'll get a chance to cross after the wagons get over. I've just found mine." They moved to one side and sat down. "That's Wilson's cavalry on guard. Worst dust I ever saw. Infantry dust's bad, but cavalry dust don't ever settle. The Ninth Corps's gone over. There come the wagons."
Girt with his glances' trenchant swords and cuirassed with the mail Of his bright locks, as 'twere the dusk new fallen from the sky, His fragrance brought me from afar the news of his approach, And forth, as bird let out from cage, to meet my love fled I. I laid my cheek within his way, beneath his sandal-soles, And lo, their dust's collyrium healed the ailment of mine eye!
"Do you think that they are that they are Red Bill's men?" "Don't know yet. The dust's thick and the light's bad." "If they are?" "Then we are in for a mighty bad quarter of an hour. Consarn the luck, everything seems to be going wrong at once." On and on swept the dust cloud, growing close with great rapidity.
And, without being overfanciful, it may be confidently asserted that, for some weeks now, ever since indeed the specialists summoned in consultation at the good Lovegroves' and the Lady of the Windswept Dust's urgent request had pronounced the cardiac affection, from which Dominic Iglesias suffered, likely to terminate fatally in the near future, this living stillness, this alert tranquillity, had been more or less sensible to all those who entered the house, offering an arresting contrast to the multitudinous rush and clamour of London without.
She sprang from her seat, and advancing towards Frank, exclaimed: "Maybe you'll be wanting a veil, Sir. I've plenty nice ones, stronger, better, and cheaper than you'll get at the store. Summer dust's coming, Sir. You'll want one, won't you? I havn't sold one this week," she added, almost imploringly, perceiving what she fancied a "no-customer" look in his face.
There's nothing to keep me here now the dust's aboard. Besides, Vandersee was here, half an hour ago, and mentioned the same thing. Said it as if he knew what he was talking about, too. Told me to tell you he was in reach of us all the time, and that we might safely leave the station." "Vandersee here?" cried Barry. "I'd give something rich to know exactly what piece he plays in this band!"
The Sacramentos, as all men knew, lay but a hundred miles or so distant by wagon trail. "It ain't so," said Tom, at length. "A singin' artist would choke to death in El Paso. The dust's a fright." "Oh, I reckon it's so," said Dan Anderson.
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