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In every move she was as graceful as a kitten or a filly, or anything young, natural, and unconscious of itself. In a remarkably short space of time the three frying-pans were upended before the fire, each with its loaf. No need to ask if it was going to be good bread. It appeared that this wonderful girl had other recommendations beside her beauty.
Somebody tried to dissuade her ... better wait till they brought him home ... could do no good now. "Why? Why not see him? Let me pass, Mr. Saunders." Well, the filly lay across him ... he had begged them not to move her because of the pain.... Better come away. She pushed through them.... Yes, better perhaps not to have seen ... all crumpled up....
Duncan came forward swiftly, but his host forestalled him in putting the question he would have asked. "I say, Patricia!" Jack Gardner called out. "What have you done with Morton? Where is Dick?" "Really, Jack, I don't know," replied Patricia, standing quite still, with her right arm around Sally's shoulders, and lifting her head like a thoroughbred filly. Mrs.
Lammie's half-broke filly; revelled in the glories of the summer once more; went out to tea occasionally, or supped with the school-master; and, except going to church on Sunday, which was a weariness to every inch of flesh upon his bones, enjoyed everything. One thing that troubled Robert on this his return home, was the discovery that the surroundings of his childhood had deserted him.
The servants, one and all, declared that they did not know what he meant; and this made it plain that the rebels in the settlement were beginning to learn that their black people could not be trusted to keep their secrets. He went into the house to tell his mother what he had learned, and finding his filly at the door when he came back, he mounted and rode away.
'Never see sech a beauty! Beats the world, said Uncle Eb in a whisper, whereat both David and Elizabeth shook their heads. 'Lord o' mercy! Don't let her know it, Elizabeth answered, in a low tone. 'She's beginning to have-' Just then Hope came by us leading her pet filly that had been born within the month. Immediately Mrs Brower changed the subject.
Fairchild watched blankly, then turned at a chuckle just behind him emanating from the bearded lips of an old miner, loafing on the stone coping in front of a small store. "Pick the wrong filly, pardner?" came the query. Fairchild managed to smile. "Guess so." Then he lied quickly. "I thought she was a girl from Denver." "Her?" The old miner stretched. "Nope.
Thady Gallagher is having an article in his paper next week saying how much we appreciate the dear old General. Aren't you, Thady?" "I am, of course," said Gallagher. Then, lest he should be committed any further, Gallagher slipped away and joined Major Kent and Doyle. They were standing together near the motorcar in high debate as to whether the price of the filly was to be £30 or £34.
"I just want to know one thing," continued Miss Fitzroy. "When does your brother-in-law arrive?" "Not till to-night." "That's the only nice thing I've heard to-day," sighed Fanny Fitz. The judging went no better for the grey filly than might have been expected, even though she cheered up a little in the ring, and found herself equal to an invalidish but well-aimed kick at a fellow-competitor.
"I'll tell you...." began the hunter. And the rancher threw up his hands in a mockery that was furious, yet with outward shrinking. "Just now, when Buster Jack fought with Collie, he meant bad by her!" "Aw, no!... He was jest rude tryin' to be masterful.... An' the lass's like a wild filly. She needs a tamin' down."
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