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Hannah started. "Have you finished?" she asked. "Yes." "You've b'en out in the cold, and you haven't eaten much." Janet fought back her tears. "Oh yes, I have," she managed to reply, convinced of the futility of speech, of all attempts to arouse her mother to a realization of the situation. Perhaps though her heart contracted at the thought perhaps it was a merciful thing!
"Well, I haven't," Maw spoke dryly. "I don't go nowheres, as you know not even church." "I s'pose not. Time was it was different, though, Delia. Ain't nobody but talks how bad off you are. Ann Chester said she seen you in town a while back and wouldn't of knowed it was you if it hadn't of b'en you was wearin' my old brown cape, an' she reconnized it.
"Well, General, I kind of hate to tell you I didn't intend to mention that. I guess I won't say nothin' about it," he added, "we've had such a sociable time. I've always b'en a little mite ashamed of it, General, ever since 'twas first mentioned." "Good Lord!" said the President again, and then he looked at Cynthia. "What is it, Miss Cynthia?" he asked.
Toward the very station whereat some hours since I had disembarked with the Belgian deserter and my former escorts, we moved. I was stiff with cold and only half awake, but peculiarly thrilled. The gendarmes on either side moved grimly, without speaking; or returning monosyllables to my few questions. Yes, we were to take the train. I was going somewhere, then? "B'en sure." "Where?"
"It hain't b'en so bad since Uncle Sam took me over again, Cynthy," he answered, "with nothin' to do but sort letters in a nice hot room." The room was hot, indeed. "But where did you come from?" "I grew tired of being taught, Cousin Eph. I I've always wanted to teach. Mr. Satterlee has been with me to see Mr. Graves, and they've given me Miss Goddard's place.
You is de only lady I 'd be satisfied ter marry after knowin' you. Ef you casts me off I 'll spen' de rest er my days in lonesomeness an' mis'ry." Mrs. Flannigan affected much surprise and embarrassment at this bold declaration. "Oh, Misther Braboy," she said, covering him with a coy glance, "an' it 's rale 'shamed I am to hev b'en talkin' ter ye ez I hev.
B'en trailin' her fer years. Le's go, pardner. You're goo' scout. So'm I hey?" "You bet your sweet life you're a good scout! Come on we'll have a time to-night." Drummond had previously sent a boy to Lucy with a note informing her that the come-on was about ripe for plucking, and telling her to put some one else in charge of the gallery and be in readiness.
There was but one answer Wetherell would have to go back to the city and face the consequences. He had not the strength to earn his bread on a farm. "If I'd a b'en in any hurry for the money g-guess I'd a notified you," said Jethro. "I think you had better foreclose, Mr. Bass," Wetherell answered; "I can't hold out any hopes to you that it will ever be possible for me to pay it off.
"Can you procure me an interview with the captain, monsieur?" "What for?" "I have some information to give him information of importance." "You can give it to me." "No to the captain himself, or to no one." He looked at me critically and said curtly, "B'en, mon gars, we will see!" which might mean anything threat or promise. But my thoughts during the night only confirmed me in my way.
"It was silly of you to jump in there, you know," said the boy over his shoulder, as he sat down to his oars and headed for Pierre au Norman again. "The Race is too strong for you. I've told you so before." "You do it yourself," she panted. "I'm a boy and I'm stronger than you." "I can swim as fast as you." "But I can last longer, and the Race is too strong for me sometimes." "B'en!
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