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But he did move, for he started up from where his head had been lying on Jem's knees, and the poor fellow smiled at him in the broad morning sunshine. Sunshine, and not moonshine; and Don stared. "Why, Jem," he said, "have I been asleep?" "S'pose so, Mas' Don. I know I have, and when I woke a bit ago, you'd got your head in my lap, and you was smiling just as if you was enjoying your bit of rest."
Pearson was astonished. "Your brother was a member of the Exchange?" he repeated. "Um-hm. Never would have guessed it, would you? I s'pose you cal'late all the stock I knew about was on the hoof. Well, I have been acquainted with other breeds in my time. My brother's name was Abijah Warren A. Rodgers Warren, he called himself." The effect of this announcement was instantaneous and electric.
Just at the steep bend in the street she came face to face with Lettie Conlow. The latter wore a grin of triumph as the two met. "Good-evening, Marjie. I s'pose you've heard the news?" "What news?" asked Marjie. "I haven't heard anything new to-day." "Oh, yes, you have, too. You know all about it; but I'd not care if I was you." Marjie was on her guard in a moment.
I got a haddock for morning, and two ounces of tea, and a loaf, and a bundle of wood," she returned sullenly. After an interval of a couple of minutes he got up, went to the cupboard, and opened it. "There's the haddy right enough," he said. "No great things cost you thrippence, I s'pose.
"Now, you don't tell me!" "Yes, and the only man I ever loved died died a week before the day we had set." "It must have purty near finished ye off." "Yes, I should have been glad to die myself." "Well, now, Miss Butterworth, if ye s'pose that Jim Fenton wouldn't bring that man to life if he could, and go to your weddin' singin' hallelujer, you must think he's meaner nor a rat.
"Humph; and s'pose he can't be terrified?" "Oh! get along with yer s'posin'. Will ye go or will ye not? that's the question, as Shukspere's ghost said to the Hemperer o' Sweden." "Just you an' me?" inquired Rodney. "Ain't we enough for an old man?" "More nor enough," replied Rodney, with a touch of sarcasm in his tone, "if the old boy han't got friends with him.
"Jake," said Racey, "s'pose now you ask Punch Thompson what the stranger was doing when he cut down on him." The sheriff regarded Racey with his keen gray gaze. Then he faced about and singled out Thompson from a conversational group across the room. "Punch," he called, and then put Racey's question in his own words. "What was he doin'?" said Thompson, heedless of McFluke's agonized expression.
"It's not fair, old girl," said Vane bending over and patting her neck; "but I s'pose it's only in keeping with everything else these days it's not fairness that counts; it's just luck fatuous idiotic luck. It's not even a game; it's a wild-cat gamble all over the world. And may Heaven help us all when the bottom does drop out of the market."
I can't understand why free-selectors and mosquitoes should have been introduced into the arrangements of the world." "I s'pose the poor must live somewheres, and 'squiters too," said Mrs. Growler, the old maid-servant, as she put a boiled leg of mutton on the table. "Now, Mr. Harry, if you're hungered, there's something for you to eat in spite of the free-selectors." "Mrs.
I s'pose with you and your kind, when He comes to you, He calls you Mister Mark Hope." This rather took me back, and I stammered a feeble protest, but he did not heed me. Turning to Mary, he went on: "And you, Mary Warden, I s'pose at such times you are 'Miss. What wanity! What wanity! Politeness, they calls it. Politeness?
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