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There was a flower stand on the corner, and Sheener bought a red carnation and fixed it in the old man's buttonhole. "That's the way the boy'll know him," he told me. "They ain't seen each other for since the boy was a kid." Evans accepted the attention querulously; he was trembling and feeble, yet held his head high.
"You'll make a note of this here also, doctor," says he, "and the boy'll tell you how I saved his life, and were deposed for it too, and you may lay to that. Doctor, when a man's steering as near the wind as me playing chuck-farthing with the last breath in his body, like you wouldn't think it too much, mayhap, to give him one good word?
It occurred to him that 'Bias had hit on a compromise with some tact. For the moment he was not thinking of Mrs Bowldler, and did not grasp the full meaning of her ultimatum. She repeated it. "Tut tut," said he. "Who wants you to wait table against your will? The boy'll do well enough." "Which," said Mrs Bowldler, "I have took the opportunity of sounding Palmerston, and he offers no objection."
"Just a tongue-slip, Skeeter," Vandeman apologized. "I hope the boy'll come through all right same as you do." "You don't do anything about it the same as I do!" Skeet came back. "I'd be ashamed to 'hope' for a friend to be cleared of a charge like that. If I couldn't know he was clear clear all the time I'd try to forget about it."
I never saw just such another boy; why can't he come quietly along like other children? There! now he must stop to throw stones at the pigs. That boy'll give you the heart-ache yet, Anna." Mrs. Hartley made no reply, but laid aside her work quietly and left the room to see that their dinner was ready.
"As I've said all I could lay my hands on. The old boy'll think the end of the world has come." Razumov nodded from the couch, and contemplated the hare-brained fellow's gravity with a feeling of malicious pleasure. "I've made my little sacrifice," sighed mad Kostia. "And I've to thank you, Kirylo Sidorovitch, for the opportunity." "It has cost you something?" "Yes, it has.
"Your boy'll believe what you tell him: he's got the strength in his blood. Take him home and don't beat him too hard." He glanced at me with a light nod, untied his dogs, shouldered his tools, and slouched away down the path, to sleep under his accustomed tree that night and be off again, next day, travelling amongst men and watching them with his weary ironical smile.
I thought he was jokin', for I heard him talk o' goin' after Bax some time past, but nothin' more come of it till yesterday, when he comes to me and bids me good day, and then off like a galley after a French smuggler. It's o' no use tryin' to catch him. That boy'll make his way and have his will somehow, whether we let him or no.
"I wonder if he " "If he what?" Adams prompted her irritably. "If he COULD have bad associates." "God knows!" said Adams. "I don't! It just looks to me like he had something in him I don't understand. You can't keep your eye on a boy all the time in a city this size, not a boy Walter's age. You got a girl pretty much in the house, but a boy'll follow his nature. I don't know what to do with him!"
"Where you catchee book, John?" I asked him. "Litlee boy he give me; him 'Melican book. I lead him some. Plenty good book." "Yes," said I; "I see. That boy'll make pirates of us all, if we aren't careful." "That book, him tellee what do, sposee bad storm," said John proudly. "I know." I walked over to where Peterson lay, his pipe now lighted by some magic all his own.
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