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Updated: June 18, 2025
The Sue Bridger was now skimming out of the cove, and the fog was lifting. They got a sight of a patch of open sea across which a low, gray vessel was shooting like a shark after its prey. "What a beaut!" shouted Torry. "That's one of the new chasers all right," Whistler agreed. "Their base is at New London where the submarine base is." At that moment the sun broke through the murk overhead.
The new parlour-maid placed her book upon the table. "Uh?" she said. Celestine could hold back her dramatic surprise no longer. Her concealed left hand flashed into view. On the third finger glittered a ring. She gazed at it with awed affection. "Ain't it a beaut!" She contemplated its sparkling perfection for a moment in rapturous silence.
Thus you will cleverly betray a warm interest in her by showing a lively interest in her people. And to look over an album two persons must " "You bet they must," interrupted the poet. "They must nestle up. That's right! What kind of a chump am I not to have thought of that before? Yes, boys, she's got an album, a beaut', too: crimson plush an' nickel.
I want to make property that won't employ me feed me," said the tall gaunt man who, trained in the cleaner and more wholesome poverty of the frontier, might have been a Lincoln suffering for mankind. Into this maelstrom of misery and grim desperate want walked Beaut McGregor of Coal Creek huge, graceless of body, indolent of mind, untrained, uneducated, hating the world.
Maggie's mother paced to and fro, addressing the doorful of eyes, expounding like a glib showman at a museum. Her voice rang through the building. "Dere she stands," she cried, wheeling suddenly and pointing with dramatic finger. "Dere she stands! Lookut her! Ain' she a dindy? An' she was so good as to come home teh her mudder, she was! Ain' she a beaut'? Ain' she a dindy? Fer Gawd's sake!"
"I'd like to get them together, all of them," he said, "I'd like to make them " Words failed him and again he sat down on the log beside the woman. "Well I'd like to lead them to an old mine shaft and push them in," he concluded resentfully. On the eminence Beaut and the tall woman sat and looked down into the valley. "I wonder why we don't go there, mother and I," he said.
Beaut saw a girl throw an egg shell and hit a young fellow between the eyes, and then run laughing away along the shore of the pond. Under a tree a woman nursed a babe, covering her breasts with a shawl so that just the black head of the babe showed. Its tiny hand clutched at the mouth of the woman.
"Norman indeed! I shall give him a name that will stick! Norman! Too soft, too soft and delicate for Coal Creek, eh? It shall be rechristened. You and I will be Adam and Eve in the garden naming things. We will call it Beaut Our Beautiful One Beaut McGregor." The Reverend Minot Weeks also laughed.
"I don't want to be brash and what I want to say may seem kind of that way to you. But it ain't. Anyhow, I guess it'll relieve your mind. Lady Joan, you're a looker you're a beaut from Beautville. If I were your kind, and things were different, I'd be crazy about you crazy! But I'm not your kind and things are different." He drew a step nearer still to her in his intentness.
The tall girl ran down the street to the offices of the mine. With Nance McGregor she hurried to the stable. The store keepers along Main Street looked out of their doors and saw the two women pale and with set faces half-carrying the huge form of Beaut McGregor along the street and in at the door of the bakery.
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