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Updated: May 29, 2025
I can play it" her little eyes began to dance "quite as well as you. But it's playing with something that's quite too serious to be played with after all, isn't it, now? It's insincere, and, as I tell you, from now on I'm going to be as true and as sincere and as honest as I can." "But I tell you that I DO love you," protested Condy, trying to make the words ring true.
Her yellow hair rolled back from her round forehead and cool pink cheeks like a veritable nimbus, and for the fiftieth time Condy remarked the charming contrast of her small, deep-brown eyes in the midst of this white satin, yellow hair, white skin, and exquisite pink cheeks. An hour passed. Then two. "No fish," murmured Condy, drawing in his line to examine the bait.
Condy Dalton," said he, "I can explain all; but in the mane time let me shake hands wid you, and ax your pardon for the bad tratement and provocation I gave you on that unlucky day well may I say so, so far as you are concerned for, as I hear, an' as I see, indeed, it has caused you and your family bitter trouble and sorrow." "Bartle Sullivan! Merciful Father, is this all right? is it real?
She'd have to heave to." "Yes, I been thinkin' o' that; but look here what's to prevent the liner taking right after your schooner after you've got the stuff aboard just followin' you right around an' findin' out where you land?" "She'd be under contract to carry Government mails," contradicted Condy. "She couldn't do that. You'd leave her mails aboard for just that reason.
"I do," said she; "but that's no great comfort, although it is to know that you didn't murdher him. At any rate, father, remember what I tould you about Condy Dalton.
He got the lines fearfully and wonderfully snarled, he caught the hooks in the table-cloth, he lost the almost invisible gut leaders on the floor and looped the sinkers on the lines when they should have gone on the leaders. In the end Blix had to help him out, disentangling the lines foot by foot with a patience that seemed to Condy little short of superhuman.
"Did I, could I have possibly left my stick here?" exclaimed Condy to Richard, who was untying his apron behind the counter. But Richard had not noticed. "I think I must have left it back here where we were sitting." Condy stepped into the back room, Blix following. They got his stick and returned to the outside room. "Yes, yes, I did leave it," he said, as he showed it to Richard.
So far as he knew, all critics had overlooked it. It is where Jukes is describing the man-trap of the City of the Dead who are alive, and mentions that the slope of the inclosing sandhills was "about forty-five degrees." Jukes was a civil engineer, and Condy held that it was a capital bit of realism on the part of the author to have him speak of the pitch of the hills in just such technical terms.
The next morning, when the house was cleared of them, and none but my shister and myself left in the kitchen with Sir Condy, one opens the door and walks in, and who should it be but Judy M'Quirk herself!
The people in the town, who were the most of them standing at their doors, hearing the childer cry, would know the reason of it; and when the report was made known, the people one and all gathered in great anger against my son Jason, and terror at the notion of his coming to be landlord over them, and they cried, 'No Jason! no Jason! Sir Condy! Sir Condy!
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