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"I'm an alley cat you're offerin' to take in and feed, Tim Muldoon," she charged suspiciously. "Yuh're the girl my mother loves." He choked on the impulsive avowal he had almost made and finished the sentence awkwardly. It was impossible for him to escape the natural male instinct to keep his feelings out of words. The girl's face softened.
As it fell, the bones of the trestle came into view stage after stage and passed upward. The Indian chuckled. "Durn good!" "Somebody's got to do something durn good," Torrance returned sulkily. "Somebody looks as if he'll do some dyin' durn good. Yuh're a bit thick in the breadbasket fer them rails, ain't yuh?"
Th' other moornin' didn't I try to get on his bus from the wrong side o' the crossin', an' he bawls at me: 'Th' other side! Th' other side! Yuh're no better than any one ilse! An' I had to chase through the mud after him! The little wizened runt! He's talkin' like an arnachist! An' that's why he smashed me dish. He'll have no one say 'No' to 'im.... Ah, Mrs.
Yuh're gonna tell the Boss what he wants to know an' yuh're gonna spill it quick, see? I know some ways of making guys squeal " At that suggestion Val's fingers tightened on his club and Ricky choked back a cry as her brother crept toward the corner of the cabin. Their melodrama was fast taking on the color of tragedy. "So yuh better speak up." Red was still encouraging Jeems.
Yer ears is allus skinned fer the whistle, ain't they an' eyes like a cat's, same as yer boss, eh? Yuh got to git some now, ole gal. Yuh ain't had a real run fer so long mebbe yuh're gittin' a bit seedy, like me. Well, yuh got a coupla miles right on yer tip-toes. Git goin', ole gal."
"An' how's Cregan?" she says, "Well, I'm glad o' that.... An' the new dishes?... Good luck to them. Yuh're off early to church again." The ranchman and I were discussing courage. I had that day seen young Henry Thomas mount and ride a horse which had bucked in a way to impress the imagination. I spoke of it. "Was it the gray?" queried Brunner, and when I said it was, he scoffed.
It nosed up against the halfbreed, nibbling playfully at his ears, his hands, the brim of his Stetson, the leather fringe of his chaps, the ends of the polka-dot handkerchief knotted about his neck. "Yuh're some glad to see me, Whiskers, ole gal if Mira ain't. But then yuh 'n' me knowed each other longer, an' sort o' got to see the good p'ints."
Now here's the wet color from his suit that ran over the steps. He musta come up here." "Before he ran down the street. Sure, an' that's just what he done. Yuh're a janious, officer." "Maybe he got into the house somehow." "Now, how could he do that? With all av us upstairs and down." "I don't say he did. But if I was to just take a look inside so as to report that I'd searched " "Och!
She stroked a tear down her cheek with a thick forefinger. "I'll niver go back. Niver!" "Come away with yuh, Mary Cregan," Mrs. Byrne cried, in her breathy huskiness. "At your age! Faith, yuh're as flighty as one o' them girls with the pink silk petticoats. He's yer husban', ain't he? D'yuh think yuh were married over the broomstick? Come an' behave yerself like a decent woman.
"Dip yer hand in holy water, an' yuh'll hear no more of it. Now, then. Behave yerself." "I was wishin' it!" she wailed. "I was wishin' somethin' 'd happen to him to leave me free here in m' own home!" "An' that," Mrs. Byrne said, "is the judgment o' heaven on yuh fer carin' more fer yer dishes than yuh did fer yer husband. Yuh're a good manager, Mrs. Cregan, but yuh've been a dang poor wife.
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