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"You would feel an Intangible Something," she says, "drawing you toward him." I asts her what kind of a something. I make out from what she says it is some like these fellers that can find water with a piece of witch hazel switch. You take a switch of it between your thumbs and point it up. Then you shut your eyes and walk backwards.
"Nor I," he says, frowning, and takes a drink. Then he says, after quite a few minutes of frowning and thinking, under his breath like: "He's a blame sight more decent than I am, for all of that." "Why?" I asts him. "Because Doctor Jackson," he says, "hasn't the least idea that he ISN'T decent, and getting his money in a decent way. While at one time I was "
And every year, on the day of the month I was hung on, she would lead all the other nuns into that chapel, and the organ would play mournful, and each nun as passed would lay down a bunch of white roses onto my tomb. I reckon that orter made me feel good, but somehow it didn't. So I changed the subject, and asts her why I ain't seen Miss Hampton around the place none.
"All this Doctor Jackson Anti-Curl has discovered and thought out and acted upon. It remains for me, Danny for US to carry the torch ahead to take up the work where the imagination of Doctor Jackson Anti-Curl has laid it down." "How?" asts I. THAT was his great idea. He was more excited over it than I ever seen him before about anything.
He knows he'll get along all r-right on th' boolyvard. Th' men'll say: 'They'se a good deal of rugged common sinse in that O'Leary. He may be a robber, but they's mighty little that escapes him. But no wan speaks to Mrs. O'Leary. No wan asts her opinion about our foreign policy.
I remembered so quick it stopped me. "You always kept it, Danny?" she asts me, very soft-spoken, so as not to give pain to one so faithful and so noble as what I was. "Let me see it, Danny." I made like I was feeling through all my pockets fur it. But that couldn't last forever. I run out of pockets purty soon. And her face begun to show she was smelling a rat.
"And you seen him?" she says. I nodded. "Where is he?" says she and Elmira, both to oncet. But I was scared to say nothing about that there cistern, so I jest bawled some more. "Was it in the blacksmith shop?" says Mis' Alexander. I nodded my head agin and let it go at that. "Is he in there now?" asts Mis' Alexander. I nodded agin. I hadn't meant to give out no untrue stories.
Perhaps I saved it because it BELONGS to me do you suppose I want any one else to kill what I have the best right to kill?" "Tom," says Doctor Kirby, really puzzled, to judge from his actions, "I don't understand what makes you say you have the right to take my life." "Dave, where is my sister buried?" asts Colonel Tom. "Buried?" says Doctor Kirby. "My God, Tom, is she DEAD?"
He was the most vinturesome lad of thim all!" "Did it fly up and hit him?" I asts her. I was wondering w'ether she is making fun of me or am I making fun of her. Them Irish is like that, you can never tell which. "No," says she, "he fell off of it. And I'm thinking you don't know what it is yourself."
I hearn some flopping and splashing and spluttering, like Hank's corpse is trying to jump up and is falling back into the water, and I hearn Hank's voice, and got scareder yet. And when Elmira come along down the road, she seen me by the gate a-crying, and she asts me why. "Hank is a corpse," says I, blubbering.
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