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Good-by, Mr. Bass." Jethro took the young man's hand again. Bob imagined that he even pressed it a little something he had never done before. "Good-by, Bob." Bob got as far as the door. "Er go back to Harvard, Bob?" "I intend to, Mr. Bass." "Er Bob?" "Yes?" "D-don't quarrel with your father don't quarrel with your father." "I shan't be the one to quarrel, Mr. Bass."
As this pleasure was denied the Seminary, and the sight of the brake was too much for Speug's uncultured nature, he forgot himself, and yelled opprobrious names, in which the word "Bumbee" was distinct and prominent. "Your m-manners are very b-bad, Speug, and I am a-ashamed of you. D-don't you know that the 'B-bumbees' have been p-playing in England and w-won their match?
"D-don't hate me, Cynthy don't hate me?" She shook her head. "Love me a little?" She reached up her hands and brushed back his hair, tenderly, from his forehead. Such a loving gesture was her answer. "You are going to stay here always, now," she said, in a low voice, "you are never going away again." "G-goin' to stay always," he answered.
Left alone with the disciple of Bacchus and Beelzebub, the editor said: "Better get home, Severance. Come in to-morrow, will you?" "No. I'm q-quite in earnest about resigning. No further use for the damned j-job now." "I never could see why you had any use for it in the first place. Was it money?" "Of course." "Oh, I see." "You d-don't see at all. I wanted the m-money for a purpose.
Beyond the door were the sounds of sobbing. Lawler folded his arms over his chest and with the fingers of one hand caressing his chin, watched the door. "Ruth," he said, finally; "where is your father?" "I I d-don't know. And I don't c-care." Lawler started, and his eyes narrowed with suspicion as he looked at the door it seemed that he was trying to peer through it.
"D-don't keep s-saying 'Oh' like that!" he cried impatiently. "S-say s-something s-sensible." "Does your mother know all about the way you live?" she asked desperately. "I told her. I enjoyed letting her know what they drove me to. But she doesn't understand. They don't ever understand, these easy, half-alive, untempted folks!
"About here, I think," and she indicated a spot on the surface of the dull finished wood. "Why didn't you hand it back to me?" queried Mr. Forbes, in a kind tone. "I d-don't know, sir," Dolly sobbed again. "I'm sure I don't know why I didn't." "I know," put in Dotty. "Because just then, Mr.
I've known men I would rather have shot. I bucked many a hard old trail with Silk and Satin. Poor, dumb devils!" "D-don't, Bill!" she cried forlornly. "I know it's my fault. I let the fire almost go out, and then built it up big without thinking. And I know being sorry doesn't make any difference. But please I don't want to be miserable over it. I'll never be careless again."
"You d-don't believe it? W-what do you know about it? Didn't she behave as though she did? Didn't she go about with me? Didn't she take things from me no decent woman would have taken unless she loved me?" "She doesn't happen to be a decent woman," Stonehouse observed. "To do her justice she doesn't pretend to be one." Cosgrave advanced upon him as though he would have struck him across the face.
He seized Wetherell's carpet-bag with one hand and Cynthia's arm with the other, and shouldered his way through the people, who parted when they saw who it was. "Uncle Jethro," cried Cynthia, breathlessly, "I didn't know you were a judge. What are you judge of?" "J-judge of clothes, Cynthy. D-don't you wish you had the red cloth to wear here?" "No, I don't," said Cynthia.
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