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Tibbs, you change colour!’ ‘No, no—it’s nothing,’ returned Mrs. T. in a hurried manner; ‘it’s only the heat of the room.’ ‘A flush!’ ejaculated Mrs. Bloss from the card-table; ‘that’s good for four.’ ‘If I thought it was Mr. Wisbottle,’ said Mrs. Tibbs, after a pause, ‘he should leave this house instantly.’ ‘Go!’ said Mrs. Bloss again.
From what I know of Joe, I'll say he made good all right." "Sure he did." Pop spoke with emphasis, though somewhat thickly. "There ain't nobody can tell Joe Bloss much about cattle. He whirled in right capable and got things runnin' good. For a while he was so danged busy he'd hardly ever get to town, but come winter the work eased up an' I used to see him right frequent.
They helped Tug cautiously to his feet, and, for lack of a better medicine, rubbed snow upon the ugly slashes in his breast and legs. "This ends the race, as far as we are concerned," moaned Bloss. But Tug had recovered enough from his dizziness to shake his head and mane lion-like, and cry: "Not much! Come on, boys!"
‘Never heard such a case in my life!’ exclaimed Mrs. Bloss. ‘Why, he’s worse than I am.’ ‘Oh, yes!’ replied Mrs. Tibbs;—‘certainly.’ She said this with great confidence, for the damson pelisse suggested that Mrs. Bloss, at all events, was not suffering under Mr. Gobler’s complaint. ‘You have quite incited my curiosity,’ said Mrs. Bloss, as she rose to depart. ‘How I long to see him!’
"Well, did Thorne explain why he let it go so long before making his claim?" "Oh, shore! He was right there when it come to explainin'. Seems he had some important war business on his hands an' wanted to get shed uh that before he took up ranchin'. Knowed it was in good hands, 'count uh Bloss bein' on the job, an' Stratton havin' promised to write frequent an' keep Joe toein' the mark.
Tibbs offered to retire, but was entreated to stay. ‘Well, my dear ma’am, and how are we?’ inquired Wosky, in a soothing tone. ‘Very ill, doctor—very ill,’ said Mrs. Bloss, in a whisper ‘Ah! we must take care of ourselves;—we must, indeed,’ said the obsequious Wosky, as he felt the pulse of his interesting patient. ‘How is our appetite?’ Mrs. Bloss shook her head.
The teams consisted of five men each. The only Lakerim men on the Kingston team were Tug, the chief, who had been a great runner of 440-yard races, and Sawed-Off, who had won the half-mile event on various field-days. The other three were Stage, Bloss, and MacManus. All of them were stocky runners and inured to hardship.
Pop Daggett's jaw sagged, betraying a cavernous expanse of sparsely-toothed gums. "Joe Bloss!" he ejaculated. "My land! I hope you ain't traveled far fur that. If so, yuh sure got yore trouble for yore pains. Why, man alive! Joe Bloss ain't been nigh the Shoe-Bar for close on to a year." Stratton's eyes narrowed. "A year?" he repeated curtly. "Where's he gone?" "You got me.
‘We must take stimulants,’ said the cunning Wosky—‘plenty of nourishment, and, above all, we must keep our nerves quiet; we positively must not give way to our sensibilities. We must take all we can get,’ concluded the doctor, as he pocketed his fee, ‘and we must keep quiet.’ ‘Dear man!’ exclaimed Mrs. Bloss, as the doctor stepped into the carriage.
Tibbs by proving that she was negotiating with Mr. O’Bleary to influence her mistress’s affections in his behalf; and how Mr. Gobler threw a damp counterpane on the hopes of Mr. Bloss; how Agnes was discharged from that lady’s service; how Mr. O’Bleary discharged himself from Mrs.
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