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So Juanita took the veil at last in order to return to Marcos. Sor Teresa's words proved true enough at the city gates where the sentinels recognised her and allowed her carriage to pass across the drawbridge by a careless nod of acquiescence to the driver. It was a clear dark night without a moon.
The driver turned in his seat and tried to overhear. He seemed uneasy and looked about him with quick turns of the head. At last, when his horses were mounting a hill, he turned round. "Did these sainted ladies hear anything?" he asked. "No," answered Sor Teresa. "Why do you ask?"
"Yes, sor," replied Hogan, and hastened to help the captain out onto the sand and to cut the ropes which bound him. "Do ye want the mates, too, sor?" he asked, glancing at the trussed men in the boat. "No; the foreman's enough," Hopalong responded, handing his weapons to Johnny and turning to face the captain, who was looking into Johnny's gun as he rubbed his arms to restore perfect circulation.
"No, sor, he didn't he said that some feller had took it on loan, like, though I calls it stalin' but he didn't say who." "And have you had no tussle with your conscience, Flinders, about this business?" The Irishman's face wrinkled up into an expression of intense amusement at this question. "It's jokin' ye are, Muster Gashford.
We're come upp t' live three years, mebba four, m' faather says we may fool 'em on less than five; an' we're goin' to be wal-thy, an' we won't hev' a thing t' do but sit toight an' whuttle an' sput an'," it was the same story, she had told Eleanor. "What trouble in the mines?" asked Wayland. "In the coal mines, sor!
'Tis long since I rode a horse, an' am out o' place in the saddle." He stood erect with dignity, a smile deepening the many lines in his face. "Can I do anything for you?" Allen asked. "Ay cure me o' poverty have ye any clocks to mend?" "Clocks! Are you a tinker?" said Allen. "I am, sor, an' at thy service. Could beauty, me lord, have better commerce than with honesty?"
The major turned upon little Billy, who had spoken with a broad Irish accent, and stared at him, sticking his glass in one eye so as to have a better look. "Look here, sir," he said; "you're not an Irishman, and that's a bad imitation of the brogue. Do you hear? You are not an Irishman, I say?" "Sorra a bit, sor."
A couple of fly-blown specimens still lingered in the drawer of Mulqueen's desk. Danny searched until he found one: DANIEL LOWRY VETERINARY 212 WEST 53D STREET NEW YORK CITY "Here, sor," said he, his head swimming, "that's my name, but the address is wrong." Doctor Simon put it in his pocketbook. "Thanks," he remarked. "Much obliged for fixing up my horse."
And who in the world should be standin' on the steps but that big Dempsey man, the boss of the Golconda House, where me and Simeon had been stayin'; the feller we'd spoke to that very mornin'. "'Good evenin', sor, says he, in a voice as deep as a well. 'I'm glad to find you to home, sor.
"I can tell you one thing, Cecilia," she said; "you shan't beat ME in generosity. Strike a light, one of you, and lay the blame on me if Miss Ladd finds us out. I mean to shake hands with the new girl and how can I do it in the dark? Miss de Sor, my name's Brown, and I'm queen of the bedroom. I not Cecilia offer our apologies if we have offended you.
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