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His heavy shoes drag slowly down the passage he will go to the street corner and talk with the carters who come in, and the old women, with their baskets, a-shopping, about 'this yer law job. There is a swifter step on the lead-covered staircase, and a clerk appears, coming from the upper rooms. He has a telegram and a letter in one hand, and a bundle of papers in the other.
Thar's a big dining room run out to the south, with an expansion table mighty nigh a rod long, and what's more, it't allus full too, of city stuck-ups and the way they do eat! I haint churned nary pound of butter since you went away. Why, bless yer soul, we has to buy. Do you mind that patch of land what the doctor used to plant with corn?
But we wasn't goin' to say nothin'; we didn't want to be pushin' of ourselves forward." John rose to his feet. He was in his shirt-sleeves, which were rolled up. He pulled them down, put on his coat, an air of crisis on his fat face. "Where 'ud you put it?" he said. "Yer know that cupboard by the top of the stairs? It 'ud stand there easy.
"It's simply outrageous the way our people are going on," the girl continued; "they are bent upon beggaring the city folks! Beggaring them, really! they have no consciences about the methods they take to to rob them!" "Janet, hold yer tiller close!" "Oh! I know, Cap'n, but I do not want to take part in it all. I want to stay alone with you. Think of the patrols, Cap'n Daddy!
"Tom! Tom!" broke in the wife, in a desperate attempt to soothe the ruffian's temper. "The boy can't help it, an' it's Christmas Eve. For the love o' " "The devil take yer rot and yer brat!" shouted the man, mad with the fury of passion. "Let me at him!" and, reaching over, he seized a heavy knot of wood and flung it at the head of the boy.
Here I wheeled about, putting down my bag, and faced my pursuer. "'Stand off! I said sharply. 'What are you following me for? "The man stopped and then approached more slowly. 'Look 'ere, mister, said he, 'I don't want to hurt yer. You needn't be afeared of me. "'Well, said I, 'What do you want? "'I'll tell yer, he said confidentially.
Men is all alike. How would you feel if you was stricken like me?" "Powerful bad, Susan Jane, powerful bad. Ye bear yer lot uncommon patient, Susan Jane; I'm never overlookin' that. But if ye put yer mind to it, wife, ye'll see that if I do my duty, I must sleep some.
What 're ye 'bout? Earn yer money, earn yer money!" exclaimed the old man, pointing to the clock, and bidding them take it up and carry it out. "Now mind! Quarter a piece, quarter a piece, not a cent more. Do ye understand? Hark 'e! do ye understand? Not a cent more," he said, following them out of the door. Then turning to Mercy, he exclaimed, "Bless my soul! Bless my soul! Forgot you, child.
Among them, of course, was the widow Lynch, who was quick to note that events were taking a favourable turn. Springing boldly to the side of the smith, and, in her wild dishevelment of hair and attire, seeming a not unfit companion, she cried "Don't spare them, John! sure there's another inimy close at yer back."
And the old men, with their patriarchal manners and their broad speech it had been all sweet and pleasant to her. "Noo, Miss, they tell ma as yo'.are Stephen Fountain's dowter. An I mut meak bold ter cum an speak to thee, for a knew 'un when he was a lile lad." Or "Yo'll gee ma your hand, Miss Fountain, for we're pleased and proud to git, yo' here. Yer fadther an mea gaed to skule togedther.
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