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"It looks as though the match will be over before then," he replied confidently. "I'll bet you a box of chocolates that we shall finish at the fourteenth." "Done!" cried the girl, and there was a flash of anger in her eyes. "Of course Bob'll have to play short here," grumbled Dick Tresize. "He ought to have insisted on Trevanion giving him strokes.
After that, Bob'll introduce John Smith? See? All I need is a letter as to my integrity and respectability, I reckon, so my kinsmen won't suspect me of designs on their spoons when I ask to board with them. You see, I'm a quiet, retiring gentleman, and I don't like noisy hotels." With an explosive chuckle the lawyer clapped his knee. "Fulton, this is absolutely the richest thing I ever heard of!
The last sentence referred to the cooking, the first to a blackfellow's grave about which he was curious. "The sheep's a-campin'," said the soliloquizer, glancing through the door. "So me an' Five Bob'll be able to get our dinner in peace.
"Becos next year he'll win it fra yo'. Oor Bob'll win it, little mon. Why? thot's why." The retort was greeted with a yell of applause from the sprinkling of Dalesmen in the crowd. But M'Adam swaggered away into the tent, his head up, the Cup beneath his arm, and Red Wull guarding his rear. "First of a' ye'll ha' to beat Adam M'Adam and his Red Wull!" he cried back proudly.
"The's a band o' Injuns come th' day," added Richard Gray, "an' they reports fur rare plenty inside, as 'tis about here. An' I'm thinkin' Bob'll be doin' fine his first year in th' bush." "Oh, I'm hopin' I'm hopin' so for th' lad's sake an' Emily's. 'Tis how th' Lard's makin' a way for th' brave lad t' send Emily t' th' doctor an' he comes back safe."
I reckon you's right, Kizzie, an' they's hit the pike fer Marse Big Josh's. Anyhow we'll say that when Marse Bob axes us. If you tells one tale an' I tells anudder Marse Bob'll be mad as a wet hen." The old coach, creaking ominously, lumbered and rolled down the avenue. The bees, with their front door blocked by the corn cob, hummed furiously.
"Yes, Honeysuckle," said the old man. "And and wait to see if he comes ashore. I think likely Bob'll come ashore to-day. He was goin' to bring somethin' for me. Is there a squall comin' up, Jewel Bright?" "A squall, Daddy?" said the child, wondering. "Why, there isn't a cloud in the sky." "Jes' so!" said Captain January. "I only jist asked. Good-bye, Star Bright." "Dear Daddy!
This time it was Iver who sighed; the idea of anything not having all the money made out of it that could be made offended his instincts. "She'll have a husband, dear," his wife reminded him. "I wonder if Bob'll get there before we do," said Janie, with the air of starting a subject of real interest in lieu of continuing idle talk. The evening was hot and the hall-door of Blent stood open.
But he's not been comin', an' I'm thinkin' he's livin', just as you were sayin'. Bob'll be home wi' th' break-up, mother, I'm thinkin' wi' th' break-up, mother, for his angel ha' never come, as un sure would if he were dead." On two or three other occasions after this once in the night Emily called Mrs. Gray to her to reiterate this belief.
After this Emily began to keep account of the days as they passed. She had her mother reckon for her the actual number until New Year's Eve, and each morning she would say, "only so many days now an' Bob'll be comin' home." Her mother warned her that it was not at all certain he would come then only a hope.
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