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"My lord," said the boy, dully, "I do not understand you." "Holy Gregory!" scoffed the marquis; "surely my meaning is plain enough! it is to kill you first, and my lord of Pevensey afterward! Y'are phoenixes, Master Mervale, Arabian birds! Y'are too good for this world. Longaville is not fit to be trodden under your feet; and therefore it is my intention that you leave Longaville feet first.
"There's three Injins," he said, "three rid divils, that wants showin' the way to their happy huntin' grounds.... Sure, y'are comin', ain't you, me darlins?" he added coaxingly, and he stretched himself, as if to make ready. Bareback, the chief, now harangued the three Indians, and they stepped forth warily. They had determined on strategic wrestling, and not on the instant activity of fists.
Not by noble Enemyes: this on my face By this proud man, yet not more proud then base; For, when my hands were in a manner bound, I having given him life, he gave this wound. Fer. 'Twas unadvisd. Ten. The more unmanly done: And though, Don John, by law y'are not accusd, He being a common Enemy, yet being a man You in humanity are not excusd. Jo. It was my fury & thirst of revenge. Fer.
"Och, captain, avick! och! och! come here till I eat you!" And she flung her arm round Robinson's neck, and bestowed a little furious kiss on him. Then she pranced away; then she pranced back. "Platinum, you are the boy; y'are the queen of the mitals.
Lawless was not greedy, but he and good gold were not at variance. "See," said Shon, "the valley's the thing. We can hunt as we go, and if there's gold for the scrapin', why, there y'are fill up and come again. If not, divil the harm done.
"No," answered John ponderously, "no, Natty Bell, London aren't spiled him, and why, Barnabas, I'm glad to see ye, lad yes, I'm glad, and and why, there y'are, Barnabas." "Looks a bit palish, though, John!" said Natty Bell, shaking his head, "but that's only nat'ral, arter all, yes a bit palish, p'r'aps, but, man Jack what o' that?"
He went out to the back of the house, and returned with a dry white bullock-hide, as rigid as a sheet of iron. This he threw down at Carew's feet. "Here y'are, Mister; put that under you for a hipper, and you'll be all right."
"My word, that strong feller, eh?" said Considine. "Burn your mouth, I think it. Now then, Ah Loy, how much you wantee? That plenty, eh?" Ah Loy peered into the tin pannikin with a dejected air, and turned it on one side to show that there wasn't much in it. "Here y'are, then," said his boss. "Have a bit more. We don't come in for a fortune every day. Watch him take it, Mister."
"They think I made me money on Wall Street." "It would have been a slower job there. You were wise in your choice. Shall we go down to the drawing-room, now?" "Ye say y'are rich yerself," said McEachern. "Very," said Jimmy, "so don't you worry yourself, my Wall Street speculator." Mr. McEachern did not worry himself.
He was even less sympathetic with Bareback the chief and his braves. "Sons o' Anak y'are; here today and away to-morrow, like the clods of the valley and that's your portion, Bareback. It's the word o' the Pentytook in pieces you go, like a potter's vessel. Don't shrug your shoulders at me, Bareback, you pig, or you'll think that Ballzeboob's loose on the mat.
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