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You say I'm hones'. Wal, I'm hones' now, an' I come to you wit' fair words an' I show my han' to you I don' hoi' out no cards, M'sieu' but I don' t'ink it is you who have play square, altogeder. I'm Necia's frien', an' I'll fight for her jus' so queecker lak' you, but I mus' know dis t'ing for sure, so if you have de good heart an' de courage of good man you'll tell me de truth.
'No! answered Shargar, growing suddenly pale. 'I never thocht aboot that. But I had no richt, for a' that passed, to intrude mysel' upo' her to that extent. 'Weel, I reckon ye're richt. Yer wounds an' yer medals ought to weigh weel against a' that. There's this comfort in 't, that gin she bena richt weel worthy o' ye, auld frien', she winna tak ye.
"A thousan' time'," the ironworker replied, mused a bit, and added: "My frien', you are a so patient listener as I never see. Biccause I know you are all that time waiting for a differen' story. And now I shall tell you that?" "Yes, however it hits me I've got to know it." "Well, after that, a year and half, I am born. I grow up.
He didn't git killed, en if you gives him de least reason, he'll bust de will ag'in, en dat's de las' time, now you hear me! So you's got to show him what you kin do in de nex' few days. You got to be pison good, en let him see it; you got to do everything dat'll make him b'lieve in you, en you got to sweeten aroun' ole Aunt Pratt, too she's pow'ful strong with de Jedge, en de bes' frien' you got.
In three days he answered my prayer, an' jus' tole me I's gwine to be free, an' I tole my husban' so, but he couldn't git faith in me. I tole 'im to put faith in God, as I did now. But I did lose faith in my bes' frien' when Bailey tole me you an' Hatfiel' betrayed my gal Mary, an' got a hundred dollars reward; den I was mos' crazy.
Robinson put in, 'an' the Kaiser hissel' couldna stop her, Still, Macgreegor, she's an auld frien', an' it wud be a peety to offend her. Ye'll be mair at hame there nor ye was at yer Aunt Purdie's swell affair. Dod, Lizzie, thon was a gorgeous banquet!
You gibber like an ape, dear," said the woman to him. She turned away and devoted her attention to Pete. "We'll have many a good time together again, eh?" "Sure, Mike," said Pete, enthusiastic at once. "Say," whispered she, leaning forward, "let's go over to Billie's and have a heluva time." "Well, it's dis way! See?" said Pete. "I got dis lady frien' here."
Don't let him get away." "I ain't likely to. He's a lyin' right whar yer dropped him. Holy Smoke! it sounded ter me like ye hit him with a pole-axe. I got his gun, an' thet's whut's makin' this skunk hold so blame still oh, yes, I will, Jack Rale; I'm just a achin' fer ter let ye hav' it." "And the other fellow? He hit me." "My ol' frien', Gaskins; thet's him, all right."
"Thank you, sare, good frien'," was Tony's reply. Then the Greek turned briefly, to hide a grin. "Crowd seems to have left you, Tony," said Dan sympathetically. "Save their money to buy present for girls," guessed the Greek. "Tony, have you a small bottle of lemon soda that's good and cold?" "Oh, yes, sare." "Then I want it." Tony fumbled among bottles clinking in ice under the counter.
No, guess you ain't goin' ter muck yer pretty hands wi' the filthy blood of yonder," pointing to Lablache. "These things is fur the likes o' us. Jest leave this skunk to us. Death is the sentence, and death he's goin' ter git an' it'll be somethin' ter remember by all who behold. An' the story shall go down to our children. This poor dead thing was our best frien' an' he's dead murdered.
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