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"I like him so much that I am going to take him at his word, and call upon him at the first opportunity." "Did Aunt Priscilla tell you that he comes marching along regularly every day, at exactly the same hour?" "Yes, to see how the peaches are getting on!" nodded Bellew.
Without wasting time on ceremonies, he dug his spurs into his horse and dashed off. The narrator of the ghost story, as badly scared as his companion, followed him at post haste. Ther Bellew laughing heartily, turned and followed them. But at a more leisurely speed. From time to time, as he pursued the flying forms, his big frame shook with mirth.
He felt indignant at the bare idea of his being checked in doing his duty by any man, or men, who were "troublesome," by which expression he understood Bellew to mean that they were resolute and physically powerful in opposition; he therefore thought it best to avoid any further tendency to boast by holding his tongue.
But Bellew had seen the stricken look in his eyes, therefore he took Small Porges in the circle of his big arm, and holding him thus, explained to him how that in this great world each of us must walk his appointed way, and that there must, and always will be, partings, but that also there must and always shall be, meetings: "And so, my Porges, if we have to say 'Good-bye' now, the sooner we shall meet again, some day somewhere."
Paramor threw himself back in his chair, and his hand covered what he had written on his blotting-paper. "Yes," he said slowly "oh yes, yes!" But Mrs. Pendyce had had her answer. She had meant to speak of her visit to Helen Bellew, but now her thought was: 'He won't persuade them; I feel it. Let me get away!
"Indeed I quite agree with you Sergeant," returned little Miss Priscilla with a bright nod, and a sly glance at Bellew, as much as to say, "I told you so!" "And the peaches, mam," continued the Sergeant, "the peaches never looked better, mam." Having said which, he stood looking at nothing in particular, with his one hand resting lightly upon his hip.
It's great for the pectoral muscles and the spine." He wiped his face, flinging the slush from his hand with a snappy jerk. "Oh!" she cried in recognition. "It's Mr ah Mr Smoke Bellew." "I thank you gravely for your timely rescue and for that name," he answered. "I have been doubly baptized. Henceforth I shall insist always on being called Smoke Bellew.
If you were here I expect it would be a very different story; he's just your type, if you know what I mean, very like your Mr. Bellew, poor young man. I wonder what has happened to him. I did hear he married a barmaid, and I'm sure it was a judgment on his mother for saying he was too young to marry you.
Then the recoil, tense and savage, concentered in the eyes, in which appeared a hatred that screamed of immeasurable pain. He turned abruptly away, and, recollecting himself, remarked casually over his shoulder: "I'll see you later, Mr. Bellew. The caribou are moving east, and I'm going ahead to pick out a location. You'll all come on to-morrow." "Some Whiskers, that, eh?"
He began very well, for Bellew, in the morning he walked very nearly five miles, and, in the afternoon, before he was discovered, he accomplished ten more on a hay-cart that happened to be going in his direction. No sir, 'not for Cadwallader and all his goats! THE WAGGONER. You jest get down out o' my hay, now come! If ye don't get down out o' my hay, I'll come an' throw ye out.
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