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I wouldn't do it agin for fifty pounds. You ought to ha' heard 'er." "If 'er fust husband was alive she couldn't marry you," ses Alf, very slow and thoughtful. "No," ses his uncle, nasty-like; "and if I was an old woman she couldn't marry me. You know as well as I do that he went down with the Evening Star fifteen years ago."
"It's worth while being shot to 'ave all that money," he ses, at last. "Don't you worry yourself, Peter," ses Bob Pretty; "there's plenty more of you as'll be shot afore them gentlemen at the Hall 'as finished. Bill's the fust, but 'e won't be the last not by a long chalk." "They're more careful now," ses Dicky Weed, the tailor. "All right; 'ave it your own way," ses Bob, nasty-like.
I hope the inspector was nice to you?" "Yes, thank you, sir." "'It's my turn now. You wait," murmured Antony to himself. "Yes, sir. Nasty-like. Meaning to say his chance had come." "I wonder." "Well, that's what I heard, sir. Truly." Antony looked at her thoughtfully and nodded. "Yes. I wonder. I wonder why." "Why what, sir?"
The least I can say for you, Greaves, an' your crowd, is that your records fade away on dim trails. Then he said, nasty-like, 'Wal, if you could work out all the dim trails in the Tonto you'd shore be surprised. An' then I roared. Shore that was the chance I was lookin' for. I swore the trails he hinted of would be tracked to the holes of the rustlers who made them.
I wouldn't do it agin for fifty pounds. You ought to ha' heard 'er." "If 'er fust husband was alive she couldn't marry you," ses Alf, very slow and thoughtful. "No," ses his uncle, nasty-like; "and if I was an old woman she couldn't marry me. You know as well as I do that he went down with the Evening Star fifteen years ago."
"We'll sell it when I'm sixty," ses Ginger, nasty-like. "Then old Sam won't be 'ere to have 'is share," ses Peter. Sam was just going to answer 'em back, when he stopped and began to smile instead.
If Mark had shot his brother immediately afterwards it must have been an accident, the result of a struggle, say, provoked by that "nasty-like" tone of voice. Nobody would say "You wait" to a man who was just going to be shot. "You wait" meant "You wait, and see what's going to happen to you later on."
"We'll sell it when I'm sixty," ses Ginger, nasty-like. "Then old Sam won't be 'ere to have 'is share," ses Peter. Sam was just going to answer 'em back, when he stopped and began to smile instead.
"Bob Grand 'as 'eard that Brad's out and that he's been 'anging around his 'otel, nasty-like. Who should come to my 'ouse in a cab at nine o'clock to-night but Bob Grand 'isself. He finds me alone, Ruby being off with 'er young man. When I sees who is coming up my steps, I almost keels over. The first words he says took my breath away.
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