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"Buck, my feet are orful tired packin' them heavy boots," he said, and seemed immensely relieved when Duane had removed them. This matter of the outlaw's boots was strange, Duane thought. He made Stevens as comfortable as possible, then attended to his own needs. And the outlaw took up the thread of his conversation where he had left off the night before.
"The Irish lived on whisky an' the Chinamons on tay.... Wal, yez is so dom' orful smart, mebbe yez can tell me who got the money for thot worrk." "B'gorra, I know where ivery dollar wint," replied McDermott. And so they argued on, oblivious to the impressive last stage. Neale sensed the rest, the repose in the attitude of all the laborers present. Their hour was done.
"And she wants me fer to dress up like a preacher. I told her about Hallie Hudgers lookin' so swell in the surplus, and she wants, as I should dress up in it and set fer my likeness in it." "I think it would be fine!" approved Amarilly. "You sure would look nicer nor Hallie did." "Well, I wouldn't look like a dead one," admitted the Boarder. "But I was orful afraid you'd laugh.
Gubling said: "You are very kind, miss, but you don't look cut out for our work. Besides, my dear, it's an orful dangerous place down here. I'm afraid we'll git eat up ourselves before the evening is over. I'm sure you would be, if you stayed.
"Shore she's almost gone," he said, dismally. "It took my nerve, but I felt of her face.... Thet orful wail is her breath chokin' in her throat.... Like a death-rattle, only long instead of short." "Wal, if she's gotta croak it's good she gits it over quick," replied Anson. "I 'ain't hed sleep fer three nights. ... An' what I need is whisky."
"Der's an end to all our 'joyment," sighed Chloe, grown more weighty in flesh; "de Lord knows what's going to become of us an' all her host o' bad niggers mixin' in wid our'n, and she domineerin' ober eberyting. O, it's an orful bad day for us, sure! An', then, that hateful boy o' her'n he's worse 'an pizen, notstan'ing his slick, ile-y ways 'tween him an' her we'll stan' mighty slim chance.
"Suppose now I paid your fare for you?" he went on, addressing Dick. "What would you say to that, eh?" "Lor', sir, I'd be orful grateful, that I'd be, sir I would indeed, sir," eagerly replied the lad in an outburst of thankfulness; "and if, sir, I could work it out in any way so as to repay the money, I'd be that glad yer wouldn't know me." "Humph!" grunted the Captain again.
An' wat can dey say, honey, dat'll harm you? You prouder'n all ob dem, but you got dis kin' ob pride. Ef de rent fall due you fight again eben you'se ole nuss payin' it. Talk's only breff, but an empty pocket mean an orful lot ob trouble to folks who ain't willin' to take out ob dere pocket wat dey didn't put dere." "Yes, Aun' Sheba, I think it would be the worst kind of trouble."
"I was listening at the key-'ole while the row was goin' on." "There was a row, was there?" A faint smile of retrospective enjoyment lit up Albert's face. "An orful row! Shoutin' and yellin' and cussin' all over the shop. About you and Lidy Maud." "And you drank it in, eh?" "Pardon?" "I say, you listened?" "Not 'arf I listened.
"She's bad," said Kettles decidedly, shutting up her mouth very tight after she had spoken. "Is it her head again?" inquired Nurse. "It's 'ralgy all down one side of her face orful," said Kettles. "Well, a cup of tea will do her good," said Nurse as she put the tea-leaves into the jug. "Her knees is bad too," added Kettles, as if unwilling to have the matter too slightly treated. "Ah!
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