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"What dangerous work!" exclaimed Charlie. "I should think nobody durst do it if they didn't know they had God to protect them and take care of them." "I'll see you to your work now," said Brownlee, turning the subject.
You'll see a big rock. Hide behind it. Ahead you'll see Brownlee Avenue. Be prepared for anything. I shall have to trust the rest to you. I don't know myself what's going to happen." I slid out and went along the edge of the road, as Craig had directed, and finally crouched behind a huge rock, feeling on as much tension as if I had been a boy playing at Wild West.
I thought he was going to be made a gentleman of dear, dear! and he hasn't got his white collar on; and his mother isn't with him." "Come, hold that saucy tongue of yours, White Bob," said Brownlee, in an angry tone, "or it will be worse for you." The boy's proper name was Bob White. He was a tall, thin, singular-looking lad, about fifteen years old, with a pale face.
I dare say he feels them comforting to himself when he's in the pit. Besides, I've been to a Sunday school." "Well, they are true," said Brownlee, thoughtfully; he held up his lamp and looked at it.
His mother had told him to get it ready on Saturday night, but he put off until Monday morning, then he put off until he got back from Harry Greenwell's. Harry kept him longer than he expected, and he came tearing along just as Hudson Brownlee reached the door; then the comforter had to be found. At last they started.
In the ladies' department of that same store Jocelyn Brownlee is asking for long, white silk gloves. A little hush falls on the crowd of feminine shoppers as Mrs. Pete gets the stepladder, mounts it and brings down with a good deal of visible pride a pasteboard box containing six pairs of white silk gloves that Pete bought three years ago in a moment of incomprehensible madness, a thing which Mrs.
"Will you help me out, Charlie?" she asked. "Go on again, and play anything, I don't care what, just to give Dr. Brownlee time to get his breath." "But strikes me they've had about all of me they can stand," demurred Charlie. "Never mind if they have," said Louise. "There isn't anybody else that can appear, at a minute's warning. Go, please." The next moment the doctor was by her side.
And I tell you, nobody but God Almighty could make this town dry." "Well, Fanny," smiled Grandma, "I've noticed that if there ever is a job that nobody but the Almighty can handle, He generally takes it in hand and settles it." Jocelyn Brownlee was dressing for the minister's party. She was laying out the prettiest of her pretty things and sighing as she did it.
Tommy Winston. That rascal of a boy run away with her last night as far as Spring Road, where Judge Edwards married them. And then Tommy brought her here to me to spend the night while he went and rented that funny little box of a house just back of that stylish Mrs. Brownlee. And that's where the wedding supper's going to be to-night. Of course you're invited.
While I was peering from the window in these reflections, I saw Quintin Fullarton, the grandson of John Fullarton of Dykedivots, in the street, and knowing that from the time of Bothwell-brigg he had been joined with that zealous and martyred youth, Richard Cameron, and was, as Robin Brown told me, among other acquaintances at Airsmoss, I entreated Mrs Brownlee to go after him and bid him come to me, which he readily did, and we had a mournful communing for some time.
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