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De Guenther, scholarly, soft-voiced, and courteously precise, was also allowed to be present at rehearsals; not because of the costuming, but because he remembered performances at the Savoy when he was a young man in London, and could coach them in the business. "With a whole village full of people, I should think you could!" said Gail. "The trouble with you is, Clarry, you're lazy."
He is a regular old bachelor he always was. 'At what age do men become old bachelors? For he seems to me about the age of poor Clarry, whom you seem to view as a bugbear. 'I wish you would not think of such things, father; I have not the slightest intention of leaving you and dear little Wynnie! Nothing should tempt me! 'Nothing? Hein!
Eighty miles north, as the canoe was driven, young Jan Larose had one day staked out a rich "find" at the headwaters of Pelican Creek. The same day, but later, Clarry O'Grady had driven his stakes beside Jan's. It had been a race to the mining recorder's office, and they had come in neck and neck. Popular sentiment favored Larose, the slim, quiet, dark-eyed half Frenchman.
Deep down in his heart he called upon the Virgin to curse those two Marie Cummins and Clarry O'Grady, the man and the girl who had cheated him out of love, out of home, out of everything he had possessed, and who were beating him now through perfidy and trickery.
It was an enterprise; it would gratify my curiosity; and besides, though Griffith was good-natured and forbearing in a general way towards Clarence, I detected a spirit of mockery about him which might break out unpleasantly when poor Clarry was convicted of one of his unreasonable panics.
Keep straight ahead and run for it, and may the good God help us now!" And Clarry O'Grady, drawing one great breath that was half fire into his lungs, ran straight into the face of what looked like death to Jan Larose. In that one moment Jan closed his eyes and waited for the plunge over the cliff.
Not a shiver ran through O'Grady's great body. Steadily and unflinchingly step step step he went ahead, while the last threads of his moccasins smoked and burned. Jan could no longer see half a dozen yards in advance. A wall of black smoke rose in their faces, and he pulled O'Grady's ear: "We've got just one chance, Clarry. I can't see any more.
Deep into the wilderness he led the men who made the red and black lined maps. It was he who blazed out the northern limit of Banksian pine, and his name was in Government reports down in black and white so that Marie and all the world could read. One day he came back and he found Clarry O'Grady at the Cummins' cabin. He had been there for a month with a broken leg.
He called him nearer, took the swollen and blackened face between his two hands, and his voice was trembling with joy when he spoke. "You're not blind not for good O'Grady," he said. "I've seen men like you before twice. You you'll get well. O'Grady Clarry O'Grady let's shake! I'm a brother to you from this day on. And I'm glad glad that Marie loves a man like you!"
Must you lie on the floor?" "I am spooring," said Clarence with simple dignity. "But I'm sure you can spoor better sitting on a chair with a nice book." "I think the kid's sickening for something," put in Horace critically. "He's deuced roopy. What's up, Clarry?" "I was thinking," said Clarence, "of my country of England." "What's the matter with England?"
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