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Yu' can read Tommy right through his clothing. 'Make yourself at home, Lin, says he, yesterday. And he showed me his fresh milk and his stuff. 'Here's a new ham, says he; 'too bad my damned hens ain't been layin'. The sons-o'guns have quit on me ever since Christmas. And away he goes to Powder River for the mail.
"I myself entertain fears on the same score," lady Feng smiled. "But, after all, there will be ample. For when Pao-yue and cousin Lin get married, there won't be any need to touch a cent of public money, as our old lady has her own private means, and she can well fork out some. Miss Secunda is the child of your senior master yonder, and she too needn't be taken into account.
"I run agin her when she was a biscuit-shooter." "Sidney, Nebraska. I run again her there, too." "I knowed her at Laramie." "Where's Lin? He knowed her all the way from Bear Creek to Cheyenne." They laughed loudly at this. "That's a lonesome coffin," said the Doughie. "That the best you could do?" "You'd say so!" said Toothpick Kid. "Choices are getting scarce up there," said Chalkeye.
And all the while this good clergyman was perplexed how to speak or if indeed to speak at this time at all to the heart of the man beside him for whom the parable had gone so sorely wrong. When the reading was done, Lin had not taken his eyes from the bishop's face. "How long has that there been wrote?" he asked. He was told about how long. "Mr.
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Many months passed before he was competent to reproduce persons resembling Tien and himself, for in this he was unassisted by Tieng Lin, and his progress was slow. At length, being satisfied, he called upon the least fierce of those who sit in easy-chairs, and requested that he might be entrusted with a story for picture-making.
"By not argufying," Lin answered. "Oh no, no! I can do no such thing. Don't you see I can't? I believe you are crazy." "I've been waiting to hear yu' say that," said the complacent McLean. "I'm not argufying. We'll eat supper now. The east-bound is due in an hour, and I expect you'll be wanting to go on it." "And I expect I'll go, too," said the girl.
He relaxed again, down in his chair, his legs stretched their straight length below the chair in front. He was waked from his bewilderment by a brushing under him, and there was young Billy diving for escape to the aisle, like the cornered city mouse that he was. Lin nipped that poor little attempt and had the limp Billy seated inside again before the two in discussion beyond had seen anything.
Frequently, Cheng Lin found small sums of money lying in such a position as to induce the belief that they had been forgotten, but upon examining them closely he invariably found upon them marks by which they could be recognized if the necessity arose; he therefore had no hesitation in returning them to Wang Ho with a seemly reference to the extreme improbability of the merchant actually leaving money thus unguarded, and to the lack of respect which it showed to Cheng Lin himself to expect that a person of his integrity should be tempted by so insignificant an amount.
He had pulled her out of the water once, and he had been her unrewarded knight even to-day, and he felt his grievance; but he spoke not of it to Lin; for he felt also, in memory, her arms clinging round him as he carried her ashore upon his horse. But he muttered, "Plumb ridiculous!" as her injustice struck him afresh, while the outraged McLean told his tale.
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