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"Oh, mother!" said the young girl, in a tone of mild reproach, and becoming red as a cherry, "why did you say that?" "Is it true, yes or no? I do not blame you for it; on the contrary. Go with M. Agricola, child, and he will tell you, better than I can, what all the workmen of the factory owe to M, Hardy."
"I have to turn him loose at first 'fraid he'll learn to pitch if I hold him in he's never bucked with me yet!" "You bet he's a snake!" yelled Creede, hammering along on his broad-chested roan. "Where'd you git 'im?" "Tom Fulton's ranch," responded Hardy, reining his horse in and patting him on the neck. "Turned in three months' pay and broke him myself, to boot.
Lord Faramond did not know, but fetched out his lower lip knowingly. "The fellow has instinct for the game," he said. Sketches, portraits were in the daily and weekly journals, and one hardy journalist even gave an interview which had never occurred. But Gaston remained a picturesque nine-days' figure, and then Parliament rose for the year.
The fact is, that hardy plants under glass demand skilful treatment all their surroundings are unnatural, and with insect pest on one hand, mildew on the other, an amateur stands betwixt the devil and the deep sea.
They were half Blensovers and half Drakes: delicate, languid, hot-house plants; shrewd, almost coarse, and pushing growths, hardy and bold, and inclined to be impudent. In appearance they resembled their mother, and they had often much of her enervated and almost decaying manner.
He knit his brows fiercely as he fired up, regarding Hardy with a furtive grin. "Say," he said abruptly, "I've got to make friends with you some way. You eat, don't you? All right then, you come along with me over to the Chink's. I'm going to treat you to somethin', if it's only ham 'n' eggs." They dined largely at Charley's and then drifted out to the feed corral.
That night they slept in a lonely mountain cabin, the owner of which Mr. Hardy knew. They pressed on the next morning, their pace being slow because Nat found he could not ride as well as he had hoped. "Galloping gooseberries!" he exclaimed. "I feel as if all my bones were loose. You didn't see any of 'em scattered back along the trail, did you, Jack?" "You'll get over it," said Mr. Hardy.
The service seemed interminable, and all that time the indignant damsel, wedged in between her aunt and the openly exultant enemy of her House, was compelled to endure in silence. She did indeed attempt one remark, and Master Hardy, with a horrified expression of outraged piety, said "H'sh," and shook his head at her.
Miss Nugent turned pale and caught her breath at each blow, then she suddenly reddened with wrath as James Philip Hardy, having paid his tribute to science, began to hammer John Augustus Nugent about the face in a most painful and workmanlike fashion. She hid her face for a moment, and when she looked again Jack was on the ground, and Master Hardy just rising from his prostrate body.
He eats up their eggs and the young shrimps, as well as sandhoppers, and indeed anything living which he can get into his big mouth. In his way he is just as terrific a fellow as the shark. He is very hardy, too, and will live in an aquarium with perfect contentment provided he can get enough to eat."
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