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Wentwort' must go to his regimen', and my ot'er officers are all occupi'. You comprehen' I 'ave not t'e time to spare you n'est-ce-pas?" Wentworth's hand touched Wilding on the shoulder. He was standing with head slightly bowed, his brows knit in thought. He looked round at the touch, sighed and smiled.
Bishop Lajeunesse is the bes' man for cause no ot'er man can look him down. White men stronger than red men for cause they got stronger fire in their eyes. So I tell you when you choose a 'osban', tak' a man with a strong eye." The girl looked at him startled. This was a new thought. Musq'oosis, having made his point, relaxed his stern port.
It is diseased; it is an ugly animal." "The poor thing's dying," said Helen, coming to his side. "There ought to have been some of the green seaweed, Ulva, in the water. Wouldn't that have saved it?" "Ugliness," Darmstetter disregarded the question "is disease; it is bat organism; t'e von makes t'e ot'er. T'e ugly plant or animal is diseased, or else it is botched, inferior plant or animal.
"You got hair grow on your chin, too? That is fonny thing. Ot'er day I watch the curly-head one scrape his face. He not see me. What for you want scrape your face?" Sam blushed. "Oh, it looks like a hobo if you don't," he stammered. She repeated the word with a comical face. "What is hobo?" "Oh, a tramp, a loafer, a bum." "I on'erstan'," she said. "We got hoboes, too.
"You have good words," she put in meekly. "I tell you before," grumbled Musq'oosis. "Don't let him see you want him or he never want you." "I think he not want me moch," said Bela dejectedly. "Not lak ot'er men." "Wait a while," encouraged Musq'oosis. "Hard wood slow to catch, but burn longer. I tell you again keep your mouth shut. Don't let anythin' on.
You don't know me. Have a cigar. Sit down. What do you want to see Beattie about in such a rush?" "I goin' buy team and wagon," said Musq'oosis calmly. Mahooley laughed. "What are you goin' to do with it? I never heard of you as a driver." "I goin' hire driver," asserted Musq'oosis. "I sit down; let ot'er man work for me. So I get rich." This seemed more and more humorous to Mahooley.
Our ot'er customers haf followed heem like sheep! Eet iss as t'ough we had lost our star!" "Your star?" "In t'e guide-book off Monsieur Karl," Pelletan explained. "Is that such a tragedy?" "I haf always t'ought it t'e fery worst t'at could happen," said Pelletan, "but t'is iss as pad." It was only by a supreme effort that Rushford managed to choke back the chuckle which rose in his throat.
"If we don't arrive in half an hour I'll turn back anyway." "Jus' little way, now," said St. Paul. "Don't say that again!" "Ot'er side this muskeg, then piny ridge and little small prairie. It is there." This time St. Paul proved to be telling the truth. As they issued out on the meadow Sam saw the wagon standing under a tree on the other side.
"My fat'er t'ink about it. He is not moch for farm. But he t'ink, well, some day there is no more fur. But always there is mouths for bread. If I be farmer and teach my boys, they not starve when fur is no more. "My fat'er say to Gaviller: 'All right. Writings are made and signed. The ot'er men with good land on the river, they say they raise wheat, too. "After that the machines is brought in.
For t'is, indeed, you bless me t'at I am not a quack to make public an incomplete discofery, for ot'er quacks to do mischief. You are glad t'at it is vit' you alone I concern myself. But you are not grateful; you are happy because I say t'at you shall be yet more beautiful; t'at is not gratitude. You might " At the eager shrillness of his voice I drew a step away.
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