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Wade, who was always business-like, had reopened his writing-case when he saw Roden, and now came forward to hand him a written paper. "That is a copy," he said, "of the telegram we have sent to Creil. He can come here and select what men he wants the steady ones and the skilled workmen. With each man we will hand him a cheque in trust. The others can take their money and go."
Although the drain was not held by day, a patrol of bombers used to pass along it at intervals during the night. And it was part of my duties to wade through it every night. This was not a pleasant job, because you could not show a light and the mud smelt abominably. We were provided, however, with rubber boots reaching up to the thigh, so we did not get very wet.
That's self-preservation as well as love." The day came when Wade walked down to White Slides. There seemed to be a fever in his blood, which he tried to convince himself was a result of his wounds instead of the condition of his mind. It was Sunday, a day of sunshine and squall, of azure-blue sky, and great, sailing, purple clouds.
I took my load at my back, and quickly we came to wade over the river; and passed over tiresome and wearisome hills. One hill was so steep that I was fain to creep up upon my knees, and to hold by the twigs and bushes to keep myself from falling backward. It was upon a Sabbath-day-morning, that they prepared for their travel. This morning I asked my master whether he would sell me to my husband.
They were not surprised to find his office vacant, but as the night wore on and the saffron hues of dawn appeared in the sky, and still he was not found, they became anxious. Half of the gratification of their efforts would be gone, unless the agent was made to pay the penalty of his crimes. Wade inquired of the men he met, and they too had seen nothing of the wily agent.
We rest by the Kabusi, a sluggish narrow rivulet. It runs into the Chungu, a quarter of a mile off. The Chungu is broad, but choked with trees and aquatic plants: Sapotas, Eschinomenas, Papyrus, &c. The free stream is 18 yards wide, and waist deep. We had to wade about 100 yards, thigh and waist deep, to get to the free stream. On this, the Chungu, Dr.
"Can I help you?" she asked, kindly. Wade passed a hand over his eyes. "I don't know," he murmured. "Will you please tell me where I am?" "You're in my house. I am Miss Walton." "Your house? Then then where is mine, please?" he asked, helplessly. "Just beyond here; the next one." "Oh!" he said. He sought for words with which to explain the situation, but found none.
It seems that they were not so well skilled in navigation as the Lady of the Lake who paddled her own canoe very dexterously; for instead of gliding to the point of destination they were whirled about by the stream, and at length thrown on a sandbar from which they were obliged to wade to the shore.
Wade looked at the plate in thorough disgust. Arcot smiled sympathetically; he could understand his feelings, for the stuff certainly was stubborn. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you fellows about what you'd run into, but I was so anxious to get that call through to the Moon that I forgot to tell you how I expected to make it workable.
Probably not. Perhaps, like a great many of the Doctor's quotations, it's more poetical than truthful." "I think it must be," mused Wade. "It doesn't sound logical to me. To say that, when you've seen a thing you want and can't have it, you're better off than before you wanted it, doesn't sound like sense." "Have you ever wanted much you didn't get?" asked Eve. Wade thought a minute.
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