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"Not even once, saire," purred the Frenchman. "By blazes! I have the equivalent!" shouted Bloodgood. Into an inner pocket he plunged. He brought out a velvet jewel box. When this was opened, there was a cry of wonder, for a magnificent diamond necklace was revealed. "That is worth ten thousand dollars!" declared Bloodgood, "and I'll bet as long as it lasts!" Mr. Slush held out his hand.
Is there really a graveyard at Tree Hill, and is the gate bricked up so that no one can get in?" "It certainly is." Mrs. Moon laughed. There isn't very much to tell. Everybody knows about the old Bloodgood graveyard at Tree Hill in which Miss Gibbie's parents and grandparents and great-grandparents are buried.
I presume there are men who take a drink, as you call it, without being intemperate; but I prefer to let the stuff alone entirely, and then there is no danger of going over the limit." "And I took you for a sport! That shows how a fellow can be fooled. But you do play poker occasionally. I know that." "How do you know it, Mr. Bloodgood?" "By your language. You just spoke of going over the limit.
If there is another bed needed for the chil " "I wrote Mrs. Bloodgood about my marriage?" he said, slowly; then as understanding dawned upon him the puzzled lines in his face loosened into laughter that would out. He leaned back in his rocker and gave himself up to it helplessly. As helplessly Cornelia joined in. The doll on the sofa smiled on no more, no less.
"Poor man! Well, the Lord's on his side," smiled in the doorway Cornelia Opp. Marilla Merritt was not like Mrs. Leah Bloodgood. Marilla was little where Leah was big, and nothing daunted Marilla. She was shaking a rug out on her sunny piazza, and descried the toiling figure while it was yet afar off. "There's Leah Bloodgood coming, or my name's Sarah!
"Then you ought not to have married her, ought you?" commented Cornelia, demurely. Over the doll's little foolish head her eyes were dancing. Marilla Merritt might not see that it was funny, Mrs. Bloodgood mightn't, but it was. Unless unless it was pathetic. Suddenly Cornelia felt that it was. The minister was no longer laughing. He sat in the rocker strangely quiet.
A certain tenderness and the minister went together with them all. "But, no, I'm going to sail right in." "Take your own risks, of course, but my advice is to reef all your main er jibsails first," Mrs. Leah Bloodgood wearily murmured. "You'll find the sea choppy." "'Dear Sister Bloodgood," read Marilla, aloud, with reckless glibness, "'Will you be so kind as to send me my best suit?
That is a poker term." "And one used by many people who never played a game of cards in their lives." "But you have played cards? You have played poker? Can you deny it?" "If I could, I wouldn't take the trouble, Mr. Bloodgood. I think you have made a mistake in sizing up this crowd." "Guess I have," sneered the fellow. "You must be members of the Y.M.C.A."
"To find out about Raymond Bloodgood he said." "I know he said so, but I don't stake any talk I mean take any stock in that. What difference does it make to him who Bloodgood is?" "That was something he did not make clear." "He didn't seem to make anything clear," declared Jack. "I thought for sure that he was going to throw out some hooks to drag us into that game of poker.
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