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Here Wallace always met friends: picturesque looking men, and bright-eyed, hard-faced women. Invariably they went into some hotel, and sat about a bare table, for drinks. Warmed and cheered, the question of convivialities arose. "Lissen; we are all going to Kingwell's for eats," Wallace would tell his wife. "But, Wallace, Isabeau is going to have dinner at home!"
Now’s th’ time you’ve got to go to th’ Old Man an’ tell him th’ truth, quick as you can. Sure, I know why you didn’t want to claim kin before, but now you’ll have to." Drew shook his head. "Not now—not with nothing to back up my story. Shannon could give me the lie direct." "I’m thinkin’ you’re showin’ less brains than a dumb cow-critter, amigo. But, lissen—I’m backin’ your play.
He'll pull a rose, and scattah the leaves." Mandy, stirring gravy, was none the less dramatic. "You lissen, an' wait " "Wen Miss Claudia comin'?" "In one week, thank the Lord," Mandy pushed the gravy to the back of the stove and pulled forward an iron pot. "The soup's ready," she said; "you go up and tell the Jedge, Calvin."
He'll pull a rose, and scattah the leaves." Mandy, stirring gravy, was none the less dramatic. "You lissen, an' wait " "W'en Miss Claudia comin'?" "In one week, thank the Lord," Mandy pushed the gravy to the back of the stove and pulled forward an iron pot. "The soup's ready," she said; "you go up and tell the Jedge, Calvin."
"No look lissen, sar!" chattered the sailor. There was no sound save the rustling of grasses and the lapping of waters. Then, after a moment of hush, far away in the black void a shot rang out, followed by others in swift succession. Silence again, and more shots, nearer than before, and a solitary cry.
I lak' to lissen to dat rivaire in de night. She sing from long taim' ago jus' de same song w'en I firs come here. W'at for I go away? W'at I get? W'at you can gif' me lak' dat?" He was still the favourite musician of the county-side, in great request at parties and weddings; but he had extended the sphere of his influence a little.
"Ney' mind how 'bsurd 't sounds," returned the fair Trimble rebukingly. "You close y'r face 'n lissen t' me. Thass all you've gotta do." "I know you didn't do it!" cried Ann, tightening her hold on Jimmy's arm. "Less 'f it, please. Less 'f it!" Miss Trimble removed the pistol from her mouth and pointed it at Jimmy. "What've you to say? Talk quick!" "I happened to be down there "
He turned to Jimmy and growled: "Say, lissen, young feller, in the last wire you sent, you misspelt a name. How many times have I got to tell you " He stopped. For the first time that morning did he get a good look at Jimmy's swollen, purple eye. He whistled. His face wrinkled in what passed with him for a smile. He murmured in reverent awe: "What a shiner, what a peach. Where did you get "
With half-shut eyes Hamed dwelt silently on the bliss of his faraway home, and woke snappily to the crude realities of his Christian environment. "Chrissmiss!" he sneered " nothing. Messin' abeaut! You want to see drunk man Chrissmiss, plenty! You want to see row, plenty Chrissmiss! You want lissen bad language, plenty Chrissmiss!
"Well, you lissen," she said, and rocked in time to the tune. Bye, oh, bye, little Jack-Sam, bye. Bye, oh, bye, my baby, When you wake, you shall have a cake And all the pretty little horses Her voice was low and pleasant, with queer, quavering minor cadences. But Fiddle-dee-dee was not sleepy. "'Tory," she begged, when the song was ended. So Daisy told the story of the three bears.
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