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You're south of your county. If you can get me across the line, I'll go on to Stacey." Bud Shoop mopped his face with a bandanna. He was not overhot, but he wanted to hide the grin that spread over his broad countenance. He imagined he could see the deputy just about the time they arrived at the county line, and the mental picture seemed to amuse him.
As he polished his bald spot, his glance traveled from the stove to the table, and thence to Lorry, and he nodded approval. "Looks like you was expectin' comp'ny," he said, smiling. "Yep. And chuck's about ready." "So am I," said Bud, rubbing his hands. "I'm Adams, from Stacey." "That don't make me mad," said Bud. "How's things over to your town?" "All right, I guess. Mr. Torrance "
He lighted a lamp and limped to the door. The lamplight shone on the smooth, young face of a Mexican, whose black sombrero was powdered with dust. "What do you want?" queried Starr. "I am look for the Señor Jim. I am Ramon, of his place. From the rancho I ride to Stacey. He is not there. Then I come here." "And you ain't particular about wakin' folks up to tell 'em, either."
Forceful and quaint as her language was, the lazy sweetness of her intonation, and the delicate refinement of her face, more than atoned for it. It was unconventional and picturesque as her gestures. So at least thought Mr. Stacey, and it emboldened him to further gallantry.
Stacey was buttoning his coat with trembling hands, when Martha went up to him. "Don't go," she said. "Father's sick and cross. He'll be sorry for this to-morrow." Wallace looked into her frank, kindly eyes and hesitated. Herman said: "Dad, you are a lovely follower of Christ. You'll apologize for this, or I'll never set foot on your threshold again." Stacey still hesitated.
The house would be perfectly quiet while the girls and the younger boys were away at school, and as Everard really seemed to take the matter seriously, he might be expected to make good progress. In the matter of a tutor, Major Rogers was fortunately able to recommend just the right man. Mr. Stacey had been studying for orders at Cambridge when he was called up, and had joined the army.
"Something " Kâramanèh paused, shuddering violently "some dreadful thing, like a mummy escaped from its tomb, came into my room to-night through the port-hole...." "Through the port-hole?" echoed Dr. Stacey amazedly. "Yes, yes, through the port-hole! A creature tall and very, very thin.
So young Stacey Vine kissed her daringly under the mistletoe at the passage bend, and was rewarded with a gasp of sweet scent, which made him talk a lot at the Woolpack. While Tom Southland, a man of few words, went home and closed with his father's offer of a partnership in his farm, which hitherto he had thought of setting aside in favour of an escape to Australia.
This business being settled, she turned homeward with a feeling that now she had no more to do with Lomore, and that the sooner they left it and began their new life in London the better. In fact, this was practically what Mr. Stacey said: Messrs Baines, Jones & Co. would like her to begin at her earliest convenience, and the new term began next Tuesday, and this was Wednesday.
Stacey and Everard were apportioned a small sitting-room for a study, and worked hard every morning, giving the afternoon to recreation. Lilias, who had completely lost her cough, and looked wonderfully well, was put to rest on the piazza in the mornings, though she protested that she was no longer an invalid.
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