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"Well, then, we'll help you to think out some way of getting back, after we're all there together. Go; it'll soon begin to be light, and I'm afraid somebody'll see you, and stop you! But oh, my goodness! How are you going? You can't walk! And if you try to start from our depot, they'll know you, some one, and they'll arrest you. What shall we do?"
I know how it is. Something happens that doesn't happen every day, and then somebody'll guess one way and somebody another way, and the first thing you know there's a great rumpus over nothing. I'm truly glad I came away from there in time to get out of the worst of it. You children had better take a notion and stay here with us." "Oh, no," cried Sweetest Susan.
I calculated to take something." "What?" "Somethin' 'nother nobody else'll take if I could contrive what that'd be." "Well, mother, I can tell you. Somebody'll be sure to carry cake, and pies, and cold ham and cheese, and bread and butter, and cold chicken. All that's sure." "Exactly. I could have told you as much myself, Diana. What I want to know is, somethin' nobody'll take."
"Nina'll die, or somebody'll die, I know," and the little girl clung sobbing to his neck, when the hour of parting came. Very gently he unclasped her clinging arms; very tenderly he kissed her lips, bidding her give one to Miggie, and then he left her, turning back ere he reached the gate, as a new idea struck him.
"You can't keep her in camp all day. Somebody'll git her away from you if they have to take her by main force." "Are you willin' to risk the milk-sick?" asked the Deacon, handing Shorty a cupful of the milk, together with a piece of cornpone. "Yum yum, I should say so," mumbled that longlegged gentleman. "I'll make the milk sicker'in it kin me, you bet.
O, well, sometimes they look happy, and then again sometimes they Yes'm. Mississippi? Five cents. Los Vegas Optic right here. Heh there! You're forgettin' your change! an' then again sometimes they look all to the doleful. Say, stick around. Maybe somebody'll start something. You can't never tell." And then this happened.
He's going to back out in a minute, and somebody'll get hurt." Mr. The crowd in the rotunda makes a lane, and Mr. Crewe, glancing neither to the right nor left, walks upstairs; and scarce is he installed in the bridal suite, surrounded by his faithful workers for reform, than that amazing reception begins. Mr.
At that somebody'll have to sleep on a locker, I cal'late." "You're doin' well, Bige. I hear Jed Martin can't round up more'n eight, an' he's been as fur south as Great Harbor." "D'ye wonder?" put in a third. "Jed ain't never set up grub that a shark would eat. I sailed with him once five year ago, an' that was enough fer me." "Twelve men ain't much," put in Tanner.
Then the "Stand down here!" or "Come off of that quick, and line up alongside!" and the immediate obedience of all concerned, and the sharp "keep them hands up, gentlemen, or somebody'll be gettin' hurt," or perhaps a fierce imprecation, if the bandit was less of the "Gentleman George" type than has so often been described.
"I I don't believe I am," she said. "My heel caught on a step and I fell. It was so clumsy of me. I might have been badly hurt if you had not caught me as you did." "These steps are so uncertain," he said, scowling at them. "Somebody'll get hurt here some day. But, really, are you quite sure you are, not hurt? Didn't you twist your your " "Ankle? Not in the least. See! I can stand on both of them.
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