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"The minister, now, 'ud like to make ye believe everything's ordered for our good, but it don't look that way to me. Gosh! Sometimes, when I'm patchin' up somethin' at the shop, I think I could take my hammer an' bang things up into better shape myself than the Almighty's done." "Lord love ye, William!" cried Silas Long in alarm. "Take care wot ye're sayin'!"
"I feel so strange! What can have made me turn so sick all at once?" "Isy's come to life again!" said his mother, with modified show of pleasure. "Oh!" he returned. "Ye're surely no sorry for that!" rejoined his mother, with a reaction of disappointment at his lack of sympathy, and rose as she said it. "I'm pleased to hear it why not?" he answered. "But she gave me a terrible start!
'But if ye're a down-spirited thing an' want to get away an' can't, ye need books. 'Tis betther to be comfortable at home thin to go to th' circus, an' 'tis betther to go to th' circus thin to r-read anny book. But 'tis betther to r-read a book thin to want to go to th' circus an' not be able to, he says.
'Let me pass, ef ye've nought mare t'say, she cried. 'Nay, I'll na part wi' ye this fashion. Ye can speak soft enough when ye choose. And seizing her shoulders, he forced her backwards against the wall. 'Ye do look fine, an' na mistake, when ye're jest ablaze wi' ragin', he laughed bluntly, lowering his face to hers. 'Loose me, loose me, ye great coward, she gasped, striving to free her arms.
"Yon one up the other side leads south away for Dakota; this follows the coulée to Jake Tetley's. Tom, ye're proud o' your tracking, ride on to Tetley's, an', for Jake's good at lyin', look well for the scrape o' runners if he swears he has not seen them. Finding nothing, if ye strike southeast over the rises, ye'll head us off on the Dakota trail.
I means ye don't das't trust yoreself with me because ye're affrighted lest ye comes ter love me more'n ye does ther man ye married in sich unthoughted haste. I don't blame ye fer bein' heedful." "Love ye!" she exclaimed, as the colour deepened in her cheeks and neck, then went sweeping out again in the white and still passion of outraged indignation.
The latter nodded and smiled, albeit flabbily, into the winsome eyes of the young officer. "Ye're a reg'lar fellar, Mr. Green, I kin see that! Trust me to have a lightning conductor fer you with his lamps lit and burning.
"Indeed, they told me it was haunted, but I determined to see for myself." "Weel?" "Well, I am glad to find it haunted by nothing worse than a wandering Scots piper." The Highlander smiled his wry smile, and taking out a snuff-box, inhaled a pinch, regarding me the while. "Ye're the first as ever stayed after they'd heard the first bit squeakie, tae find out if 't were a real bogle or no."
"Jimmy, me boy," he declared, in a giant whisper, "the madam is a jewel of the first water. Ye're a lucky dog." "Big Jim" walked homeward with his wife. She seemed quite as pleased with the lights and show windows in the streets as with the admiration of the men in Hoogley's. As they passed Seltzer's they heard the sound of many voices in the café.
Paul Benedict ain't no pauper, an' he ain't no crazy man either." "Be gorry ye're right!" said Mike, who was greatly relieved at finding his report shaped for him in such a way that he would not be obliged to tell a falsehood. "An' thank yer old woman for me," said Jim, "an' tell her she's the queen of the huckleberry bushes, an' a jewel to the side o' the road she lives on."
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