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But it's a heap, Lord knows! And then he's foolish plumb foolish." He rested his arms on his legs, leaning forward. "How much d'you s'pose he give me for that land from here to my house?" He pointed up the coast. The artist turned and squinted toward it with half-closed lids. It glowed a riot of color, green and red, cool against the mounting sky. "I haven't the least idea," he said slowly.
"The more he bets the more he'll lose." "But it ain't like him to unbelt for a chunk unless he knows something." Johnson chuckled. "Most of his betting is done in books where I've got an interest. D'you think they'd be laying top prices on Elijah if they didn't know something too?" "I guess that's right, Smiley. You didn't warm this one up to-day. Why?"
Now, my notion of a gentleman is a man who controls the crowd by controllin' himself. D'you follow me? He knows that the crowd'll bust up an' become a dirty riot if it's let out of control, an' he knows that he can influence it best an' keep the whip hand of it, if it knows that he isn't doin' anything that he tells it not to do. D'you see?" "Yes," Marsh said. "That's the Catholic religion!..."
A plateful of porridge proceeded to pass rapidly to its last resting place. "He might have taken me," said one of the others wistfully. "You don't belong to his Division or his turret or anything." "It was my turn. You went last time. But you missed something, I can tell you!" "What d'you mean," said the Sub over the top of his paper.
"D'you like buns or cake best?" Tottie was much surprised by the question, but stated at once her decided preference for cake. "Look here," said Mrs Square, removing a towel from a large basket. Tottie looked, and saw that the basket was three-quarters full of buns and cakes. "That," said the washer-woman, "is their leavin's.
Or, in lighter vein, Billy: "By the way, Saxon, talkin' of accounts, what d'you think Hazel an' Hattie is worth? fair market price?" "Why?" "I 'm askin' you." "Well, say, what you paid for them three hundred dollars." "Hum." Billy considered deeply. "They're worth a whole lot more, but let it go at that. An' now, gettin' back to accounts, suppose you write me a check for three hundred dollars."
"Oh, not at all," said Statira. She became rather quieter, till 'Manda Grier came back. 'Manda Grier burst into the room, with a key in one hand and a lamp in the other. "Well, I knew you two'd be holdin' Quaker's meetin'." "We hain't at all! How d'you know we have? Have we, Mr. Barker?" returned Statira, in simultaneous admission and denial.
Fortunately the bulwarks were sufficiently low not to catch the planes or the stays supporting them. Smith and Rodier stepped on deck, and were instantly surrounded by a group of the officers and crew. "Get for'ard," shouted the captain to the men. "D'you want to see a blaze?" He was left with the first mate. "I'm in a pretty fix, sir," he said, after a rapid glance at Smith.
"D'you know what day it is?" said Selina presently, in a low voice, looking far away before her. Harold did not appear to know, nor yet to care. He had laid open his mole-run for a yard or so, and was still grubbing at it absorbedly. "It's Trafalgar Day," went on Selina, trancedly; "Trafalgar Day and nobody cares!" Something in her tone told Harold that he was not behaving quite becomingly.
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