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"Small? Why, there's darn near five thousand people there!" "I know, but I want to tackle some sure-nuff city. Like Duluth or New York." "But what'd you do?" "That's the devil of it. I don't know just what I do want to do. I could always land soft in a garage, but that's nothing new. Might hit Detroit, and learn the motor-factory end." "Aw, you're the limit, Milt.
"I do what I please!" she thought, a little defiantly. "It's nobody's business what I do now; what'd Mrs. Plosell care what people said about her? I'll read, if I want to, and I'll flirt if I want to and I'll do anything I want to " She reckoned without the Mississippi. Everybody does, at first. Her money was but a means to an end.
Evvy you couldn't marry off if she was Cleopatra on the Nile, and poor Julia could hang smallpox flags all over her, and every man in the place'd want her jest the same! He wants her back, you see if he doesn't!" "I don't know that he does," said Emeline, knitting needles flashing slowly in her crippled fingers. "Maybe that's the trouble." "What'd he come on for, then?" demanded Mrs. Torney.
"You know what'd become of me if I didn't." "You might become an honest man and get self-respect," I suggested with friendly satire. "That's all very well for you to say," was his laughing retort. "You've made yourself tight and tidy for the blow. But I've a family, and a damned expensive one, too. And if I didn't stand by this gang, they'd take everything I've got away from me.
Petty, an enthusiast for cleanliness and fresh air, went on her knees, and, having plucked out the charred ring of the little hole in the carpet, opened the window wider to rid the room of the smell of burning. "If it wasn't for me," she thought, leaning out into the air, "I don't know what'd become of them." A voice from a few feet away said: "I hope he's none the worse.
"I shore am glad to see you all," he drawled, and extended his hand as if the meeting were casual. "What'd you say your name was?" Shefford repeated it as he met the proffered hand. "How's Bern an' Bess?" Lassiter inquired. "They were well, prosperous, happy when last I saw them.... They had a baby." "Now ain't thet fine?... Jane, did you hear? Bess has a baby.
The others rushed up, school boy like, to defend their companion against "the man," and little Pete Skidmore picked up a stone and adjusted it for throwing. "Why, you little scamps you," gasped Si in amazement. "What'd you mean? Ain't you goin' to obey my orders?" "You haint no right to give us orders no more," asserted Humphreys, flourishing his bat defiantly.
"She'll be seein' things next," says Joe, winking. "What'd I tell you? For God's sake close it you'll freeze us." Annie opened the door, and was hid to the waist in a cloud of steam that rolled in out of the blackness. She peered out for a minute, stooped, and tugged at something in the dark. I was at her side in a jump, and we dragged him in, snow-covered and senseless.
Brad let out the exultant rebel yell he had learned years before in the Confederate army. "What'd I tell you about that boy? Ain't I knowed him since he was a li'l' bit of a tad? He's a go-getter, Tom is. Y'betcha!" Jessie's heart was singing too, but she could not forbear a friendly gibe at him. "I suppose Win Beresford wasn't there at all. He hadn't a thing to do with it, had he?"
We never wear caps here. Only the louts wear caps. Bless you, if you were to go into the quadrangle with that thing on, I don't know what'd happen." The very idea was quite beyond young Master East, and he looked unutterable things.
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