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You'd have come home a pauper but for me." "D' you think I'm not grateful? No man ever had a better brother than you, and you've stood between me and trouble a thousand times. Now I want to stand between you and trouble." "What the deuce d' you mean by naming Phoebe, then?" "That is the trouble. Listen and don't shout me down.
This night, however, the flood-gates crumbled, and Will, before a futile assertion from Phoebe touching the happy promise of the time to come and the cheerful spring weather, dashed down his pipe with an oath, clenched his hands, then leapt to his feet, shook his head, and strode about like a maniac. "Will! You've brawk un to shivers the butivul wood pipe wi' amber that I gived 'e last birthday!"
"Ready, or want to rest a minute?" asked David gently; but his eyes looked past hers and there was the shadow of reserve in his voice. "No," answered Phoebe, "but you must be tired so I'll just slip down," and she essayed to cheat him with the utmost treachery. David neither spoke nor looked at her directly but took her quietly in his arms and swung her to the ground beside him.
No one thing could seem to him to overtop all others as he had tried to make it in the first months with Phoebe. As time went on there came about many measures of which he was as keen an advocate as he had been of school reform and the ballot, yet never did he recapture that first fine glow which had fired him at his entry into the world of men who worked at these things.
You don't look too happy, though, come to notice it. What's the matter; got bad news?" "No. I haven't any news, good or bad." "That so? Then I'll give you some. Phoebe and I are going to start for California to-morrow." "You are? To California? Why?" "Oh, just for instance, that's all. Time's come when I have to go somewhere, and the Yosemite and the big trees look good to me.
"Hush! he is the leading member, and very influential in the connection. A pastor's family must not be touchy, Phoebe. We must put up with a great many things. There ought to be peace among brethren, you know, and harmony is the first thing that is essential in a church " "I wonder if harmony would be as essential, supposing Mr. Copperhead to come to grief, mamma."
Course I've got childer an' ruined maids in every parish of the Moor! God damn theer lying, poisonous tongues, the lot of 'em! I'm sick of this rotten, lie-breeding hole, an' of purty near every sawl in it but mother. She never would think against me. An' me, so true to Phoebe as the honey-bee to his awn butt!
Phoebe smiled and twinkled a white handkerchief to him, and he waved his hat and bettered his pace for answer. Soon Will Blanchard reached his sweetheart, and showed himself a brown, straight youngster, with curly hair, pugnacious nose, good shoulders, and a figure so well put together that his height was not apparent until he stood alongside another man.
We visited Robin next, and then went on to the Lockes', and Jill sat open-eyed and breathless in a corner of the room as I sang carols to Phoebe in the twilight. She rose reluctantly when I put my hand on her shoulder and told her that we must hurry back to the cottage to make ourselves smart for the evening. Jill seldom troubled her head about such sublunary affairs as dress.
And did it ever occur to you that a man with three ribs broken and a dislocated collar-bone, who has written a play and a sprinkle of poems, is likely to interest Phoebe Donelson enormously? There is nothing like poetry to implant a divine passion, and Andrew is undoubtedly of poetic stamp." "Oh, poetry hang! It's more Andy's three ribs than anything else.
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