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I always said I got out of my depth with women, and you've got me out of my depth now. Why you want me to lose everything, seeing as you like me " "I never said so." "You didn't dast say you didn't. So, as I was saying: liking me, why you'd want me to go broke is clean beyond my simple understanding.
"Don't you do it!" she commanded. "Don't you dast to do it! I'll I'll stop cryin'. I I'm goin' to if you'll only wait and give me a chance. There! There! See, I'm I'm stoppin' now." And, with one tremendous sniff and a violent rub of her hand across her nose, stop she did. But she was still the complete picture of misery. "Why, what IS the matter?" demanded Galusha.
And the way his ribs sticks out and just feel them muscles on the point of his shoulder Oh, Jud, he would of made a prime wrestler, this fine bird of ours!" "It's like touchin' somethin' dead, granddad," said the boy. "I don't dast to do it!" "Jud, they's some times when I just about want to give you up! Dead? He ain't nowheres near dead. Just bled a bit, that's all.
Kind o' lonesome along here where the woods comes so close't, ain't it? Say, Janey: I wisht you'd come a little piece with me, though I don't suppose the bad spirits would dast to come around a body right on the way home from the Temple this way "
"You may rely upon me to take care of myself." "Thank you!" The delegation moved away. "What d'you think of him?" inquired Stover of the little man in glasses, when they were out of hearing. "I think he's all right," Willie hesitated, "only kind of crazy, like all Eastern boys. It don't seem credible that no sane man would dast to bluff after what we've said.
If the silk stockings had waited till to-night they wouldn't have found me in their way." "I callate twuz Providenshil they did'n wait, fer we'd 'a been gone suckers sure ez ye hedn't been on hand to dew wat ye did," said one of the men. "Thar ain't another man in town ez could a did it, or would dast try." "But ye ain't callatin ter go arter this be ye, Perez?" said Abner.
At Trillium Covert they were galloping. "You'll have to stop for dinner first," Saxon said, as they neared the gate of Madrono Ranch. "You stop," he answered. "I don't want no dinner." "But I want to go with you," she pleaded. "What is it?" "I don't dast tell you. You go on in an' get your dinner." "Not after that," she said. "Nothing can keep me from coming along now."
"I was too busy to figger it out, but it's fat. I can tell you that much, Jim, it's fat. I don't dast to think how fat it is. Wait till we get to the room." Jim looked at him keenly under the street lamp of the next crossing, and saw that his face was a trifle grim and that he carried his left arm peculiarly. "What's the matter with your arm?" he demanded. "The little cuss bit me.
"She's she's beautiful, ain't she?" he cried in hoarse whisper. "Ain't it a wonder, father? I come up there with a canoe full of supplies, last spring about this time, an' an' at first I hardly dast to look at her; but it came out all right. When I told her I was coming over here to build us a home, she wanted me to bring her along to help; but I wouldn't.
"Scattergood Baines, if you dast touch my stove I'll have the law onto you. You can't go enterin' my house and removin' things without my permission, I kin tell you. Don't you try to forgit it, neither. If you think you can gouge me out of my stove jest to make it more convenient for Mis' Locker, you're thinkin' wrong...." "'Tain't your stove till it's paid for, Sam."
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