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They could've been stewing in their own juice these past eighty years, getting set to put up a hell of a scrap when somebody found 'em. We'll be the ones to do it." He stood up and shook himself. "It's not far," he repeated. "Our boat's just fast enough we ought to get there a couple of days after the Cerberus sets down. You'd ought to be five-six hours behind us." He considered.
Pity, ain't it, we didn't get on board by noon?" he digressed sociably. "I could've found something to do ashore the four hours I've been twiddling my thumbs here, and I guess you could too. Hardest, though, on our friends the newspaper boys. Did you know they were out there waiting to take a flashlight film? Fact. They do it nowadays every time a big liner leaves.
And in the morning, after the Republicans won, he just got on the fence out here and crowed so vociferously you could've heard him across the river, particularly when I ran up the American flag and read the latest returns. "Yes, sir.
"I don't make a practice of layin' down my gun for no man," he said proudly. "I'm ez good Union ez ary of you'uns dar be, an' I don't take no orders from ye. I could've killed ye both, ef I'd a wanted ter, afore ye ever seed me." Bolton's gun cracked, and the bullet buried itself in the thick, soft bark of the chestnut, just above Fortner's head, and threw dust and chips in his eyes.
"Now, you don't mean it!" cried Mr. Perkins, blushing again. "Well, bless your heart, old fellow! Waiting for me! I wish I could've come sooner. But I've been, pretty busy up to my ears!" "Oh, that's all right," Johnnie assured him. "'Cause I filled in the wait good 'nough.
Aside from the technical difficulties of pinning himself to the floor after he was dead, that explanation's out. Rivers had no conscience to be stricken with." "Well, let's skip Fleming, for a minute," McKenna suggested. "You think this butler, at the Fleming place, was robbing the collection. And you say he could've sold the stuff he stole to Rivers.
Snow, who was gone. The boy you were expecting to see in this very room by now, he was gone. Little Arthur that ten years ago, when first I saw him, I could've swung to the ceiling of this room with my one finger little Arthur was gone. Well, 'Over with a dory! I said. And, gale and all, we over with a dory, with three of us in it.
MRS HALE: I could've come. I stayed away because it weren't cheerful and that's why I ought to have come. I I've never liked this place. Maybe because it's down in a hollow and you don't see the road. I dunno what it is, but it's a lonesome place and always was. I wish I had come over to see Minnie Foster sometimes. MRS PETERS: Well, you mustn't reproach yourself, Mrs Hale.
A living gale it was, a November no'wester you know what that is, John Snow but I'd all night been telling the crew to be careful, for a sea there was to sweep to eternity whoever it could've caught loose around deck. I could've hove her to and let her lay, but I was never one to heave to my vessel not once I'd swung her off for home. And there, God help me, is maybe my weakness.
You could've clubbed 'em outa his bean without touchin' his beak. I 'most died." Miss Prim giggled appreciatively. "You're a wonder, George," she applauded. "It takes you to think 'em out." "Ah, I don't know," returned her admirer with becoming modesty. "He's gone on her, all right, ain't he?" "Crazy about her!" "Think he'll make a play for her now?" George demurred.
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