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She made a long job of her bunch of holly. But when at last it must come to an end, she choked back her tears, smoothed her face, and came back to Mr. Ringgan smiling and springing over the stones and shrubs in her way, and exclaiming at the beauty of her vegetable stores.
"Oh! he's as important now as a Billy-goat on an ash-heap. You'd think, to hear him, that he'd stole the coins himself only he didn't have no chance't. He and Jack Besmith wouldn't ha' done a thing to that bunch of money no, indeed! if they'd got hold of it." "Why, Marty!" put in Janice; "you shouldn't say that."
Hanging from the roof by a string of twisted grass was a fish, fresh caught, a splendid pike, and near to it a bunch of smoked eels. Over her also was thrown a magnificent rug of otter skins. Noting these things, she gathered that she must be in the hovel of some fisherman.
"Dodey I mean Flo and I don't mind a bit, do we, Flo?" "You betcher sweet!" she answered, and I saw Peaches glance questioningly at Bunch, who was giving a brilliant imitation of the last rose of summer. "But, John, I'm so hungry," Peaches pleaded.
"By James!" vowed Gowan. "Before I'll butcher for such a knock-kneed tenderfoot I'll see him, in " "Hold your hawsses, Kid," put in Knowles. "The joke's on me. You go on and look for that bunch of strays, if you want to. But I'm not going to back up when Chuckie says I'm roped in." Gowan looked fixedly at Ashton and the girl, swore under his breath, and swung to the ground.
"Barbara, you and I are going to find the real murderer, before the Cummings-Dykeman bunch discover a way into and out of that bolted study. Those people want to see Worth in jail." There was a long pause while she faced me, the rich color failing a little in her cheeks. "I see," speaking slowly, studying each word.
Then the procession swerved down a cross street and headed for Fifth Avenue and the word filtered here and there that they were bound for a Red meeting at Tolliver Hall. "Where is it?" The question went up the line and a moment later the answer floated hack. Tolliver Hall was down on Tenth Street. There was a bunch of other sojers who was goin' to break it up and was down there now!
Hence they arrive in bunches, and try to get away in a bunch, which is impossible owing to the limited capacity of the steamships. This year the swarms of tourists have been so great that many of them could not get out of the country until late in March and along in April. The Americans have become the great travelers of the world.
"Of course, there are compensations," he drawled. "At twenty you want to take the entire bunch home and keep 'em. At thirty you know you can't, but you still want to. At forty and over you don't want them at all, but you think it's damned curious they don't want you." Clayton had watched the scene with a rather weary interest.
They've got me cinched. But with you it's different. You haven't fooled away your chance yet. There's nothing to this sort of life. The bunch up here is no good. Soapy don't mean right by you, or by any young fellow he trails with." "I'll not listen to anything against Soapy. He took me in when my own father turned against me." "To get back at your father for sending him up the road."
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