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"Was it?" she insisted, turning the full blue blaze of her eyes on him. He started. "Of course it wasn't. You don't suppose I'd have said so if it had been, do you?" "A-ah! So, if you could live your life over again, you wouldn't turn me out of it? I didn't take up much room, did I? Only two years." "Two years?" "That was all. And you'd let me stay in for my two poor little years.
Jim rather unsteadily filled; I emulated, but to scanter measure. "Here's how," he volunteered. "May you never see the back of your neck." "Your health," I responded. We drank. The stuff may have been pure; at least it was stout and cut fiery way down my unwonted throat; the one draught infused me with a swagger and a sudden rosy view of life through a temporary mist of watering eyes. "A-ah!
The proprietress suddenly arises, shuffles in her slippers to the door, and says, winking to the inspector with a sleepy, expressionless eye of faded blue: "Mr. Kerbesh, I would ask you to have a look at our alterations. We want to enlarge the place a bit." "A-ah! With pleasure..." After ten minutes both return, without looking at each other.
It was rigid, as if it were a mask that had frozen on him. The sealing-wax scarlet on his cheeks had gone out like a turned-out lamp. His eyes went from Dudley to Collins and back again, as if they were the only living part of his deathly face. "Ah," said Macartney, "A-ah!" He dropped on the floor all in one piece, like a cut-down tree. Collins made a plunge for him. I sent Collins reeling.
"A-ah, now ye come back to Minnesota, ye better quit yer travelin' an' eat yer dinner," quelled Murphy impatiently. "An' le's hear no more 'bout it." Mike laid a strip of scorched bacon upon a chunk of scorched bannock and bit down through the mass, chewed meditatively and stared into the coals of his camp fire.
I'd git the lawyers after 'em, an' I'd make 'em trouble. They wanta look out I'd spend ivvery cent I make on lawyers an' courts if they took and hung me fer a spy. I'd lawsue 'em!" Murphy laughed. "A-ah, would ye, now!" he cried admiringly. "My gorry, it takes a brain like yours t' think av things. Now, av they hung me, I'd be likes to let 'er sthand thot way.
Laying his hands on the stuff of the palanquin he shouted again, then took away his hands and shook them above his head towards the desert, still staring at Domini with his fanatical eyes. The wind shrieked, the sand grains whirled in spirals about his body, the camel began to move away from the church slowly towards the village. "A-ah!" cried the camel-driver. "A-ah!"
"Thank you," said I, "but I prefer plain lemonade." "The gent wants his pizen straight, same as the rest of you," calmly remarked the bartender. My lemonade being prepared, the Colonel and Bill tossed off full glasses of whiskey, acknowledged with throaty "A-ah!" and smack of lips; and I hastily quaffed my lemonade.
"A-ah, but she's goin' t' give us the rain now, I dunno," Murphy predicted, staring up at the leaden clouds through his thick glasses. "Ye better git up some firewood, Mike, and make the camp snug agin foul weather. An' av' the both of ye ain't got yer place tight an' ready fer a sthorm, ye betther be stirrin' yerselves an' let the diggin' go fer a day.
It often is in his type." "A-ah, indeed! So you study types up here, do you?" "Yes. Uncle makes it so interesting. You see, he got used to teaching stupid people when he was a professor in his college. I'm dreadfully stupid about books, though I do my best. But I love living things; and the books about animals, and races, are charming. When they're true, that is. Often they're not.
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