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Johnny Shannon, a bandage about his uncovered head, lurched as if trying to free himself from the other’s grip and caught at a chair back. Nye and Drew jumped up to ease him into a seat. "What’s—?" began Nye. Muller interrupted. "Found him crawlin’ along right near town. Says as how he was took by Kitchell ’n’ got away, but he ain’t too clear ’bout what happened or where.
I ain’t strong enough to be able to bear livin’ in the country much longer. I’ve pretty much made up my mind to buy a house in town and just keep this place so’s to have somewhere to put Lucinda." "Do you think you’d be happy in town, Aunt Mary?" Jack yelled; "I mean if you lived there right along?" "I don’t see how I could be anythin’ else. I don’t see how anyone could be anythin’ else.
“Oh, but ain’t people impudent,” Philippina began, after she had taken a loutish position on a chair. “The clerk over in the store asked me whether there wasn’t something up between Daniel and Eleanore. What d’ye think of that? Fresh, yes? You bet I give him all that was coming to him!” The needle in Gertrude’s fingers stopped moving.
“Well—he’s waiting for you,” said Mrs Verloc at last. “I say, Adolf, he ain’t one of them Embassy people you have been bothered with of late?” “Bothered with Embassy people,” repeated Mr Verloc, with a heavy start of surprise and fear. “Who’s been talking to you of the Embassy people?” “Yourself.” “I! I! Talked of the Embassy to you!” Mr Verloc seemed scared and bewildered beyond measure.
Well, things went on in this way for some time, when one day my son-in-law brings home a young gorgio of singular and outrageous ugliness, and, without much preamble, says to me and mine, “This is my pal, ain’t he a beauty? fall down and worship him.” “Hold,” said I, “I for one will never consent to such foolishness.”’ ‘That was right, bebee, I think I should have done the same.’
Oh, I didn’t or’to do so, I didn’t; and I ain’t goin’ to any more. You shall live with me when Sunshine’s gone; and we would be so happy, if your poor mother could only see us and know it all." From that time nothing could exceed Uncle Joshua’s kindness to his daughter. He seemed indeed trying to make up for the past, and frequently he would whisper to himself, "No, I didn’t or’to do so.
We of the game are very much exposed; folks when they have lost their money, as those who play with us mostly do, sometimes uses rough language, calls us cheats, and sometimes knocks our hats over our eyes; and what’s more, with a kick under our table, cause the top deals to fly off; this is the third table I have used this day, the other two being broken by uncivil customers: so we of the game generally like to have gentlemen go about with us to take our part, and encourage us, though pretending to know nothing about us; for example, when the customer says, “I’m cheated,” the bonnet must say, “No, you ain’t, it is all right”; or, when my hat is knocked over my eyes, the bonnet must square, and say, “I never saw the man before in all my life, but I won’t see him ill-used”; and so, when they kicks at the table, the bonnet must say, “I won’t see the table ill-used, such a nice table, too; besides, I want to play myself”; and then I would say to the bonnet, “Thank you, my lord, them that finds, wins”; and then the bonnet plays, and I lets the bonnet win.’
I don’t mean to shoot you to-day. Why should I? This business is beginning; it ain’t done yet, Mr. Case. I’ve given you one turn already; I can see the marks of my knuckles on your head to this blooming hour, and I’ve more cooking for you. I’m not a paralee, like Underhill. My name ain’t Adams, and it ain’t Vigours; and I mean to show you that you’ve met your match.”
One day one of them stuck an open whisky-bottle under his nose, saying, “Smell it, Bill; ain’t it a fine odor?” Bill stepped back, all smiles, and said quietly, “Well, Tom, drink was my master a long time, but I have a better Master now.” He went on his way unobstrusively but steadily, and finally won the respect and confidence of all. At last the end came; Old Bill was dead.
"Stealin’ cattle ain’t good for the health hereabouts," said Leander, as one who spoke with authority. "It’s apt to bring on throat trouble." But Mary did not find Leander’s joke amusing. She had suddenly remembered the pale, gaunt man who had walked into the eating-house the previous morning and walked out again, his errand turned into farce-comedy by the cowardice of an unworthy antagonist.
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