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"I hope the old pistol won't miss fire," whispered Redhand, as he observed that the wolf paused, evidently for the purpose of examining the priming. "I hope," added Bounce, "that the Injun won't miss his aim. He be'n't used to pistols." "Never fear," said March with a quiet grin.
"They're a-gittin' out the boats, sir," remarked John Buzzby, who, unable to restrain himself any longer, had crept upon deck at the risk of another reprimand; "and, if my eyes be'n't deceiving me, there's a sail on the horizon to wind'ard leastways, the direction which wos wind'ard afore it fell calm."
"I can't understand the report. She didn't complain to me a bit when I saw her." "No appetite at all, they say." Geoffrey crossed to Mellstock and called at the school that afternoon. Fancy welcomed him as usual, and asked him to stay and take tea with her. "I be'n't much for tea, this time o' day," he said, but stayed. During the meal he watched her narrowly.
"When they be'n't too poor to have time to sing," said grandfather James. "I tell ye, neighbours, when the pinch comes," said the tranter: "when the oldest daughter's boots be only a size less than her mother's, and the rest o' the flock close behind her. A sharp time for a man that, my sonnies; a very sharp time! Chanticleer's comb is a-cut then, 'a believe."
"Why should that be, Mr. Day?" "Because it makes me say that you've come to ask what ye be'n't likely to have. Have ye come for anything else?" "Nothing." "Then I'll just tell 'ee you've come on a very foolish errand. D'ye know what her mother was?" "No."
"Who is we?" asked Seth. "My father and me. He ain't my real father. He's the man what adopted me." Always courteous, Seth stood, hand on plough, waiting for her to state her errand or move on. She did neither. "There be'n't many neighbors hereabout, be there?" she ventured presently, toying with her broncho's mane. "No," said Seth. "They ah mighty scarce. One about every eighteen miles or so."
He wants to make money out of it." "Vere do ve gat oop on dat?" asked the Hollander, sorely. "Ve vas dere mit 'im, und vas ve in de museum, py damage? Dot shkvarehet be'n't de only wrider?" I shuddered at the possible good fortune. I transfixed him with a sharp eye. "Steve," I asked gentry, "did you keep a log? Pour yourself a considerable modicum of the Hollands and smoke another cigar."
I don't want Nellie's life ruined, that's all." "Look here, Elsa, what're you drivin' at?" Ma Turner was becoming wrought up. She knew there must be something behind these hints or Elsa would never venture on such thin ice with her. "Ye be'n't by any means jealous o' Nellie, be ye?" she asked, peering through her spectacles. "Heavens, no!" cried Elsa so convincingly that Mrs.
Couldn't tell any of 'em so far away. But they be'n't Bennington men, that's sure." Nuck was hastily pulling on his stockings. "You run back and tell mother. I'll watch 'em till they land and see what they intend to do." "But the bears " began Bryce. "We'll have to leave 'em. That one in the tree will be all right for a while for sure. Now hurry."
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