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Moss good-day, Mary, said my grandmother; and added, 'the child has been wild to come and see you, Anastatia. "Mrs. Moss held out her hand good-naturedly. 'So you wanted to see me, my dear? said she. "I took my hand out of my pocket, where I had been holding the pincushion, and put both into Mrs. Moss's palm. "'I brought this for you ma'am, I said.
"Hey, you, Jack!" he cried peevishly. "Get up aloft an' get a peek out. Say, we sure ain't goin' to get held up at a bum flag layout." His contempt was no less for the flag station than Mr. Moss's for a local freight. The man addressed as "Jack" sprang alertly to the roof of the caboose. A moment later his voice echoed through the car below him. "Can't see a thing," he cried.
Immediate help was dispatched, but it was no easy task to find the men. Four of the party were alive, one had died. The sick man had been dragged on the sledge thirty-nine days, and they had buried him after all in a solitary spot in the far north "a paddle and a batten" made a rude cross, and the sketch shows it most effectively in Doctor Moss's book.
This letter, sealed with a wafer, was dispatched by one of the messengers who are always hanging about Mr. Moss's establishment, and Rawdon, having seen him depart, went out in the court-yard and smoked his cigar with a tolerably easy mind in spite of the bars overhead for Mr.
"What madness, to be sure!" said Mrs. Glegg. "A man with a family! He'd no right to lend his money i' that way; and without security, I'll be bound, if the truth was known." Mrs. Glegg's voice had arrested Mrs. Moss's attention, and looking up, she said: "Yes, there was security; my husband gave a note for it.
At Whitsunday and Martinmas I will have enough to pay up the incumbrance of £3000 due to old Moss's daughter, and £5000 to Misses Ferguson, in whole or part. This will enable us to dispense in a great measure with bank assistance, and sleep in spite of thunder.
To the north, south, and west the prairie stretched away in the distance for untold miles; but immediately to the east quite another aspect prevailed. Here lay the reason of White Point station. Almost from the very foot of the walls of Mr. Moss's shanty the land rose up with, as it were, a jolt.
Her mind was of that highly developed type where a hint sets in motion a score of related cognitions, and a word here and there in Moss's rambling remarks instructed her like a flash of light. She was at school, in a high sense, and improving her time. The sketch was expanding into a carefully studied portrait bust and Moss was happy.
Moss, his travelling companion and host, who cheerfully asked him if he would like a glass of something warm after his drive. The Colonel was not so depressed as some mortals would be, who, quitting a palace and a placens uxor, find themselves barred into a spunging-house; for, if the truth must be told, he had been a lodger at Mr. Moss's establishment once or twice before.
If this wasn't Moss's fallow, it might have been; Basset was all alike; it was a beggarly parish, in Mr. Tulliver's opinion, and his opinion was certainly not groundless. Basset had a poor soil, poor roads, a poor non-resident landlord, a poor non-resident vicar, and rather less than half a curate, also poor.
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