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Cap flushed, breathless and confused, looked up and was caught to the bosom of Herbert Greyson, who, pale with concentrated rage, held her closely and inquired: "Capitola! What violence is this which has been done you? Explain! who is the aggresor?" "Wai, wai, wait until I get my breath! There! that was good! That villain has all but strangled me to death?
"Wai, he was pretty fit a little while back," replied Morton significantly. "What's come off? Tell me all." "Wai, the ball opened last night, I reckon. Jack Blome came swaggerin' in here askin' for Steele. We all knew what he was in town for. But last night he came out with it. Every man in the saloons, every man on the streets heard Blome's loud an' longin' call for the Ranger.
"Wai, it ain't thar," and Ham turned away disgustedly from the map. "Any fool with eyes in his head can see that it ain't thar. I reckon we've come on a wild-goose chase. Let's go intew camp an' git some grub down us.
It was a delayed response to Nawin's flippant comment of "I'm sure you will always be there for me." "Elderly?" "Khrap" he said with a wai. "Can you tell me your age. I mean how old are you honestly?" "Thirty something." Honesty did not always come out despite being summoned. "Elderly, as I said. How old do you think I am?" "I'd hate to know." "Seventeen." "Seventeen, really? Hmm."
"Chraist's will be done; I zim thee had better faight, Jan," he answered, in a whisper, through the gridiron of the gate; "there be a dale of faighting avore thee. Best wai to begin gude taime laike. Wull the geatman latt me in, to zee as thee hast vair plai, lad?" He looked doubtfully down at the colour of his cowskin boots, and the mire upon the horses, for the sloughs were exceedingly mucky.
A chief named Wai, of the far-off island of Ono, tributary to Lakemba, came to that island to pay his dues. He there met with Takai, another Fijian chief, who had visited Sydney and Tahiti, and had become a Christian. With such knowledge as he could thus pick up he returned home.
"Jas', any sign out thar?" the big man called. "Petey ain't seen any, jus' two horses." The words came from behind the still ready rifle. "Wai, tell him to look round some more. An' you kin come in, Jas'. These here Rebs ain't gonna be no trouble is you, sonny?" Drew shook his head. Luck appeared to be on his side.
Then he suddenly heard in a Thai-Laotian dialect, "It's the Thai artist. Do you remember me." The Laotian made the prayerful gesture of the wai which Nawin reciprocated. Then he said, "In the train, man. Remember?" He was trying to pierce through the fixed, glazed expression to pry into another mind and loosen the memories therein.
Why, Stephen, 's this you? Quite a femily-party, I declare fur't! Wai, Miss Ruggles, I got kind o' tired settin' in the dark, an', ez I looked out an' see the dips blazin' in yer winder, thinks I, I'll jest run up an' see w'at's ter pay." "Why, there's only one dip," says Lurindy. "Wal, thet's better 'n none," answered Miss Mimy.
"That woman never got into that fit f'r nawthin'." "Wall, if you know more about it than I do, whadgy ask me fur?" he replied, angrily. "Tut, tut!" put in Councill, "hold y'r horses! Don't git on y'r ear, children! Keep cool, and don't spile y'r shirts. Most likely you're all t' blame. Keep cool an' swear less." "Wai, I'll bet Sim's more to blame than she is.
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