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"'You are entirely welcome, mah boy, says ole man Sanford, wavin' his hand. "'Say, Pete says to me, 'I think this hoss'll cop without shot in the arm. He's awful good! "'Not fur mine, I says. 'He can run fur Sweeney when he ain't got no hop in him. Just let some sassy hoss look him in the eye fur two jumps 'n' he'll holler, "Please, mister, don't!" Yea, bo', I says, 'I know this pup too well.
We'll get him yet," and, over my shoulder, I saw him jump one of his loose horses standin' in the yard and come tearin' down the lane, ahead of the befuddled sheriff and posse, his white hair streamin' and the shot-gun wavin' aloft, as though chargin' an army of greasers at the head of his regiment.
And she has such exquisite coloring, and such charming manners!" Yep, I guess it was all so. One of these wavin' palm models, Veronica was, tall and willowy, with all the classy points of a heroine in a thirty-five-cent magazine serial, dark eyes, dark, wavy hair, good color scheme in her cheeks, the whole bag of tricks, and specially long on dignity.
For, when little Belloni was in the ship, ye know, and she thinkin', 'not one of my friends near to wave a handkerchief! behold, there's that boy Braintop just as by maguc, and he wavin' his best, which is a cambric, and a present from myself, and precious wet that night, ye might swear; for the quiet lovers, Mr. Pow's, they cry, they do, buckutsful!"
The ones that were creating a cootching chaos downstairs were like babies kickin' their legs and wavin' their eyes, tryin' to see what their bodies could do. Too bad their bodies are us." Ten minutes more: "I gotta do something about it. Fay's right. It's all my fault. He's just the apprentice; I'm the old sorcerer himself."
That dam' Englishman's gone out o' there bile drunk, swearin' he'll cut San's heart out, the pup! He's gone off wavin' his knife. Now, he knows the house, an' he ain't afraid of nothin' when he's drunk. He might get that far an' try breakin' in. You lock up " "Lock up? What with?" asked Rawling. "There's not a lock in the place. Father never had them put in, and I haven't."
Shure, it doesn't always shtart wid the sun shinin. 'Will ye marry me? says Teddy Flynn to me. 'I will, says I. 'Then I'll come back from Canaday to futch ye, says he, wid a tear in his eye. "'For what's a man in ould Ireland that has a head for annything but puttaties! There's land free in Canaday, an' I'm goin' to make a home for ye, Mary, says he, wavin' a piece of paper in the air.
An', Tuck, waal, you're a mare anyways but when a horse comes along an' covers up all his talk o' killin' with ripplin' brooks, an wavin grass, an' eight quarts of oats a day free, after killn' his man, don't you be run away with by his yap. You're too young an' too nervous."
I could see her lish body shinin' through t' watter an' her yallow hair streamin' out on both sides of her head. Efter a while shoo climmed on to a rock i' t' beck below t' fall an' gat howd o' t' bough of an esh. Shoo brak off t' bough an' shaped it into a sort o' a wand an' started wavin' it i' t' air.
When that hair wuz brown, and the mornin' sun wuz ketched in its glistenin', wavin' tendrils, and the sunken cheeks wuz round and pink as one of the cinnamon roses, and the faded ambrotype of the young soldier in her red wooden chest upstairs wuz materialized in a handsome young man, who walked with her under the old willows when the slow-moving brook run swift with fancy's flight and her heart beat happily, and life wuz new and radiant with love and joy
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