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Losson used to sit, swinging his fat legs, on the side of the cot, and ask the parrot what it thought of Simmons. The parrot would answer: "Simmons, ye so-oor." Good boy," Losson used to say, scratching the parrot's head; "ye 'ear that, Sim?" And Simmons used to turn over on his stomach and make answer: "I 'ear. Take 'eed you don't 'ear something one of these days."
But as no ancient writer has ascribed this tyrannical purpose to William, it scarcely seems allowable, from conjecture alone, to throw such an imputation upon him. Gemet. p. 289. Order. Vital. p. 508. M. West. p. 226. Sim.
So long." As I came down the bank steps Sim Eldredge called across the road. "Good-by, Ros," he shouted. "Come in again next time you're up street." In all my period of residence in Denboro I had never before been treated like this. People had never before gone out of their way to shake hands with me. No one had considered it worth while to ask favors of me.
He took down his rifle, and looked inquiringly at Doctor Barnes. "Have you got an extra gun?" asked the latter. Jensen nodded, finding the spare piece near at hand. Very little more was said. They all walked out into the morning, when the red ball of the sun was coming up above the misty valley. "Go on ahead in the car," said Wid. "I'll bring my horse." They met at Sim Gage's half-burned home.
They proceeded towards the villa together. Mrs. Sim met her grandson with a flood of tears, and, in her joy at meeting him, she forgot her dislike to his father and her hatred to that father's family.
"What did his Majesty have to say to you?" Simeon related the talk with Williams. The depot master's grim smile grew broader. "Sim," he asked, with quiet sarcasm, "don't you realize that progressive methods are necessary in movin' a house?" Phinney tried to smile in return, but the attempt was a failure. "Yes," went on the Captain.
"Yah!" cried Private Sim, with an ugly snarl; "there's yer nasty favouritism. See how they're all a-cuddling and messing that there Gray up, orficers and women and all. Might ha' died afore they'd ha' done anything for me." "Why, you caulking, miching lubber," growled old Dick, "you had ten times as much trouble 'stowed on you as you deserved.
His first impulse had been to wash his hands of all complicity in the Frenchman's fate by sending him straightway to the common town tolbooth, pending his trial in the ordinary course; but he hesitated from an intuition that the step would find no favour in the eyes of his Duchess, who had her own odd prejudices regarding Sim MacTaggart, and an interest in Count Victor none the less ardent because it was but a day or two old.
"Feller's hopeless, that's what," complained Wid Gardner to himself. "It gravels me plenty." A muffled voice answered his knock, and he pushed open the door. Sim Gage was still in bed, and his bed was still on the floor. "Come in," said he, thrusting a frowsy head out from under his blankets.
"You damn worthless people," said he with sudden sheer affection. "God has been good to you, hasn't he?" "Now, ain't that the truth?" said Sim Gage, perhaps not quite fully understanding. At ten of the following morning Mrs. Jensen had finished "redding up," as she called it, and had gone out into the yard.
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