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"An' the princess lady is a-comin' some day to take Bobby and me away up in the sky to her beautiful palace place where there's flowers and birds an' everythin' all the time an' an' " The big eyes were fixed on Helen's face as the' young woman stooped over the bed, and the light of a glorious smile transformed the wasted childish features. "Why why yer yer've come!" McIVER'S OPPORTUNITY
"Then yer've come to the wrong shop. Don't sell it 'ere, so clear out. Do you think I don't know what you're arter?" "Very well," said the captain, "that will be so much saved. I shall have to get for nothing what I meant to pay for." She looked at him doubtfully and growled. "Why can't yer say what yer want instead of talking gibberish there?"
She had not gone ten paces when the publican overtook her and asked: "Say, miss, where be yer a-goin'?" "Home," answered Janice. "Then come yer back an' rest a bit in the settin'-room, an' I'll have my boy hitch up an' take yer thar. 'T is a mortal warm day, an' I calkerlate yer've walked your stent." He put his hand kindly on her arm, and the girl obediently turned about and entered the tavern.
"When your partner gets out here, I suppose," sneered Lacy. "He'll be here." "Oh, will he? Well, he's a hell of a while coming. You wired him a month ago, and yer've written him twice since. Oh, I've got the cases on you, all right, Westcott. I know you haven't got a cent left to go on with, and nowhere to get eny except through him." He laughed. "Ain't that right?
A crowd gathered, and Pinkey was pushed to the outside of the ring, where she could only judge the progress of the fight by the cries of the onlookers. "Use yer left, Chook." "Wot price that?" "Time!" "Wait fer 'is rush, an' use yer right." "Foller 'im up, Chook." "Oh, dry up! I tell yer 'e slipped." "Not in the same class, I tell yer." "Mix it, Chook mix it. Yer've got 'im beat."
Yer led me on with yer damned airs to believe in things I've never dreamt of before. An' now yer've killed the best in me as sure as yer murdered my wife. Well, yer must pay for that, too." Clara sat on the chair like one in a trance. She understood in a numbed kind of way that something dreadful was going to happen. O God, she had never meant to do wrong!
"'T is good luck that they both is called George," remarked the tavern-keeper; "fer yer've only got tew paint out the 'King' an' put in a 'Gen. in the first part, which saves trouble right tew begin on." Charles smilingly adopted the suggestion, and then measured off "the III." "'T is a long name to get into such space," he said. "Scant it is," assented the publican. "I'll tell yer what.
"Yer can't 'ave spent it all 'tain't possible an' yer ain't chucked it out o' winder. Yer've got it somewhere 'idden, an' I'll get it out o' you if I die for 't!" Bessie surveyed him steadily. She had not even flinched at the mention of the sovereigns. "What yer 'aven't got, yer can't give," she said. "I don' know nothin' about it, an' I've tole yer.
Let's talk this thing over before we fall out." "Thar hain't nothin' ter talk over," stormed Aaron. "Ye're jest tryin' ter kill time till the boys gits hyar, and then I reckon ye 'lows ter have me kilt like yer've had me kill them others. Hit hain't no use. I've done sent 'em away. When they gits back hyar, either you'll be in hell, or I'll be on my way outen the mountings." Samson stood rigid.
"It 'pends on yer, Miss Clorindy, yer know; de 'couragement yer've ben a givin' him is 'nuff to drive yer admirers out o' der senses." "Oh, dear me, I neber heerd sich audacious nonsense!" said Clo. "It's true," answered Dolf, "an' yer knows it. But ye're received in dat man, Miss Clorindy, yer is! He's got both eyes fixed on de glitterin' dross.
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