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The familiar, booming voice of Shorty Kilrain echoed through the house: "Supper!" And the loud clangour of a bell supported the invitation. "Chow-time," breathed Lawlor heavily, like one relieved at the end of a hard shift of work. "I figure you ain't sorry, son?" "No," answered Bard, "but it's too bad to break off this talk. I've learned a lot." "You first," said Lawlor at the door.
"What's that?" "He must have been," answered Anthony, "from all that I've heard of him. I'm interested in what I scrape together about him. You see, he carries the same name." "That's nacheral. How long since you ate?" "Last night." "The hell! Starved?" "Rather." "It's near chow-time. Will you eat now or wait for the reg'lar spread?" "I think I can wait, thank you."
She concealed another smile, and said in the most businesslike manner: "Chow-time, Pierre," and set out the pans on the table. "By the way," he said easily, "I've got a little present for you, Jack." And he took out a gold pin flaming with three great rubies. She merely stared, like a child which may either burst into tears or laughter, no one can prophesy which.
She concealed another smile, and said in the most businesslike manner: "Chow-time, Pierre," and set out the pans on the table. "By the way," he said easily, "I've got a little present for you, Jack." And he took out a gold pin flaming with three great rubies. She merely stared, like a child which may either burst into tears or laughter, no one can prophesy which.
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