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It is the strangest place to come to for the pleasures of the sea, of which we scarcely have a glimpse from month's end to mouth's end, nor any fresh, exhilarating breath from it, but a lazy, languid atmosphere, brooding over the waste of sands; or even if there be a sulky and bitter wind blowing along the promenade, it still brings no salt elixir.
Yet when all's said and done, I'd give my last drop of blood as guarantee you didn't kill Erris Boyne!" Dyck smiled. "You've a lot of faith in me, Michael but I'll tell you this I never was so thirsty in my life. My mouth's like a red-hot iron. Send me some water. Give the warder sixpence, if you've got it, and send me some water. Then go to Will McCormick, and after that to my father."
"Out of it, you lil thief, your mouth's only a dirty town-well and your tongue's the pump in it. Go home and die, you big black spider you're ould enough for it and wicked enough, too. Out of it, the lot of you!" she cried, and clashed the door at their backs, and then opened it again for a parting shot.
As you said, Kilbride it is a very effectual disguise. Will one of you give me a drink, please? My mouth's pretty dry with all this talking." Yorke got up and brought him a glass of water, and he drank it down with a murmur of thanks. "Now!" he said, continuing his narrative: "I'm coming to the worst part of all. You'll all wonder I've not gone mad brooding; but I've got to go through with it.
"Keep your mouth shet!" said Sneak. "Your mouth's mashed recollect who did it," retorted Joe. The savage at length lifted up the dead body, and set off at a brisk pace towards the prairie. The party then returned to the house and partook of a plenteous repast that had been provided by Mary.
What have we for breakfast? Has all the wine been drunk? I hope not. My mouth's like a brick furnace!" It was the brave Kurzbold who spoke, as he playfully kicked, not too gently, those of his comrades who lay nearest him. He was answered by groans and imprecations, as one by one the sleeping beauties aroused themselves, and wondered where the deuce they were.
"Aye, aye, it has got to be done," Dave said. "Well, lads, will you take the watch to-day, one above and one at the mouth, and we will set to work at the water hole?" "We will toss up which goes up the hill again, Dick. You spin. Heads; tails it is." "Then I will choose the mouth here. You go up to the mouth's head." "Don't you be walking about when you get to the top," Dave said.
Resting her chin on his knee, she looked straight at him. He examined her curiously. "You're not beautiful," he began, "but I like your face. I like the way your hair grows down in a point, and your eyes too they never see anything. Your mouth's too big, and your cheeks would be better if they had more colour in them.
"But sailors have to be nimble, miss," he returned, buckling a strap unmoved. "Who tol' ye I were once a sea-farin' man?" "I guessed it." As he appeared indisposed to say more on the subject she asked: "Did you sail with Captain Wegg?" "Partly, miss. Dan's already now. Don't jerk the bit, fer his mouth's tender an' it makes him balky. Ef he balks jest let him rest a time, an' then speak to him.
"She's wicked, sir. Bought for the missus, but she ain't broken yet." "She hasn't been handled right. Her mouth's hard, but her temper's even. I'll ride her," said Garrison shortly. "Have to wear blinkers, sir." "No, I won't. Saddle her. Hurry up. Shorten the stirrup. There, that's right. Stand clear." Crimmins eyed Garrison narrowly as he mounted.
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