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No doubt she would understand in time. "Have you lived long in this place?" she asked. "Two, t'ree winter, mebbe." "Where do you live in the summer?" "Many place; Wá-sit-um-ó-wek; Wu-las-tukw; Beeg Lake, some tam." "Where is Big Lake?" "Way dere," and Kitty motioned westward. "Go dere bimeby." "You often meet white people, I suppose?" "A-ha-ha." "Do you and Sam always travel alone?
"But I've told our cook to save dinner for him." "Your cook! Señorita, I don' like make fun for you, but I guess you don' know my wife Carolina, she have been cook for Don Miguel and Don Mike since long time before he's beeg like little kitten. Don Mike, he don' understand those gringo grub." "Listen, Pablo: There is no time to cook Don Mike a Spanish dinner. He must eat gringo grub to-night.
So said Hassan, the Arab with the pearly teeth, as he sat on the edge of the verandah one steaming January evening. "Yes, Hassan. How did you lose your money?" "I hab no money, Mister. But I hab a pearl. My word, Mister, I tell you my yarn about that pearl. My beauty beeg pearl. White pearl more white than snow-white! my pearl!"
The thin-framed swarthy Arab, with the flashing eyes and glistening teeth, quivered with the intensity of his recollection. "My beauty pearl. My beeg white pearl. My pearl of snow-white," he murmured as in a dreamy reverie he subdued the light of his great black eyes. "But you never saw snow. How can you talk about a snow-white pearl?" "Mister, I bin steward boy on beeg steamer. I been eberywhere.
It was dawn now at eight o'clock instead of nine, the silvery white of the sun was turning day by day more into the glow of fire, and for a few minutes at midday the snow softened and water dripped from the roofs. Jan knew what it meant. Very soon the thick crust of the "Beeg Snow" would drop in, and they would find Cummins. They would bring what was left of him back to the post.
"You will stay here to-night?" asked the woman. "Me go back now," said Jan. Cummins' wife came very close to him. She did not urge, for she, too, was suffering the torture of this last parting with the "honor of the Beeg Snows." It was not the baby's face that came to Jan's now, but the woman's. He felt the soft touch of her lips, and his soul burst forth in a low, agonized cry.
As the days passed, and the crust grew deeper upon the "Beeg Snows," the tragedy progressed rapidly toward finality. At first Jan did not understand. The others did not understand. When the worm of the Englishman's sin revealed itself it struck them with a dumb, terrible fear. The Englishman came from among women. For months he had been in a torment of desolation.
"You're the man I was looking for," said Bob. "I see you got your sheep in all right. Have any trouble?" The sheepman's teeth flashed. "Not'tall," he replied. "I snik in ver' easy up by Beeg Rock." At the mill, Bob, while luxuriously splashing the ice cold water on his face and throat, took time to call to Welton in the next room. "Saw your sheep man," he proffered.
My pearl! I whistle for nothing; put my pearl easy like I find nothing in my pucket. Go on my work, steady. Heart jump about all the time. Chuck em out those stinking meat. Ha! First time I feel something one pearl! Beeg, but no all the same like nother one. One more time chuck stinking meat. Ha! one more pearl! White, long like small finger here. My heart easy now. I think my good luck come.
She has a pree-ty voice nothing beeg, but quite pree-ty." Diana set forth on her visit to Adrienne with a certain amount of trepidation. Much as she longed to see Max Errington again, she felt that the first meeting after that last episode of their acquaintance might well partake of the somewhat doubtful pleasure of skating on thin ice.
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