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Hazelton, o' course yo' is pore, or yo' wouldn't a-come down yere a-teachin' school among these barbarians; thet is, pore ez fur ez money goes. I've been lucky. I've $4,000 in ther bank which I've no need of. If you'll let me give you thet, no one'd ever know it, and the reckerlection uv it, 'nd ther thot thet it may be doin' yo' some good'll give me heaps more pleasure than keepin' of it would.
Captain Macpherson looked toward Sir Charles and his lady, the other passengers lounging around them, a little girl, at the rail, her hair, blown windward, a splash of gold against the blue sky. "What for?" said the skipper bruskly. "To have a look at the convicts, I suppose." "What good'll that do them?" growled the commander. "Idle curiosity, that's what I call it. Well, go along.
'What good'll it do 'im? she asked; 'he canna see it. 'Who wants him to see it? Abel was amused. 'When his father died he 'ad his enjoyment proud as proud was Samson, for there were seven wreaths, no less. Hazel's thoughts returned to the coming festivity. Her hair and her peacock-blue dress would be admired. To be admired was a wonderful new sensation.
Doing right is as easy as drawing breath. It's a habit, like any other. To start out to do good is much like saying you'll add a cubit to your stature. But you can always do right. Do right, and the good'll take care of itself." Davenant reflected on this in silence as they tramped onward. By this time they had descended Tory Hill, and were on the dike that outlines the shores of the Charles.
"After all, it is much more fun to dance than to learn grammar...." "But this is the Irish language," Marsh persisted, as if the Irishness of the tongue transcended the drudgery of learning grammar. Mr. Quinn crumpled the Northern Whig and threw it at Marsh's head. "You an' your oul' language!" he exclaimed. "What good'll it do anybody but a lot of professors.
He's a nigger, and there's no getting round it. "All right, sir! give you your chance directly. Don't speak yet, ain't through, if you please. Well, sir, it's agen nature, you may talk agen it, and work agen it, and fight agen it till all's blue, and what good'll it do?
"Well, forget all about it," said Nibletts, in an excited whisper. Captain Barber looked at him pityingly. "What good'll that do?" he asked. "Forget the understanding," continued Nibletts, in a stage whisper, "forget everything; forget Captain Flower's death, act as you acted just afore he went.
What fool's cut a Bible?" "Ah, there!" said Morgan "there! Wot did I say? No good'll come o' that, I said." "Well, you've about fixed it now, among you," continued Silver. "You'll all swing now, I reckon. What soft-headed lubber had a Bible?" "It was Dick," said one. "Dick, was it? Then Dick can get to prayers," said Silver. "He's seen his slice of luck, has Dick, and you may lay to that."
A smile of relief illumined Hawkins' face. "Well? Quick, man!" "We can have a brakeman detach the Alcomotive!" "And what good'll that do, when she's pushing the train?" "True, true!" groaned the inventor. "I didn't think of that!" "I'm going to bring every one into these forward cars," announced the conductor. "It's the only chance of saving a few lives when the crash comes."
She came back and worked her way up into the wagon with one hand full as it could hold of her brilliant trophies. "Now what good'll that do you?" inquired Mr. Ringgan good-humouredly, as he lent Fleda what help he could to her seat. "Why grandpa, I want it to put with cedar and pine in a jar at home it will keep for ever so long, and look beautiful.
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