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Captain Bayley said, "you have got some article with my crest on it in your house. How did you come by it? It must have been stolen." "No, sir, I will take my davey as the young person as was my son Harry's mother never stole nothing in her life." "The young person who was your son Harry's mother," Captain Bayley repeated, in a somewhat puzzled tone. "Are you talking of yourself?"
And here" Lanahan held up his glass "here's to the memory of dead heroes may they always be preferred to crawling reptiles when it comes to naming our fighting ships!" After the other fellow had gone Lanahan turned to us. "Say, fellows, I know I got Paul Jones and Barry and McDonough right, but how near was I on Davey Jones and Conyngham? Something tells me I got their histories mixed."
Harlan laughed lowly. "Things don't always shape up the way a man thinks they will, Red. I started for Lamo, figurin' to salivate Dolver an' the other guy who killed Davey Langan. I got Dolver at Sentinel Rock, an' I figured I'd be likely to run into the other guy somewheres mebbe findin' him in Deveny's gang. But runnin' into Lane Morgan sort of changed the deal.
And," here Doris grew grave, "I'll think of David Martin! I wish I could love Davey enough to marry him as I feel he wants me to and let him blot out this ache for Merry." But that was not to be. And Meredith wrote her letters to her sister and smiled upon her husband for after the third month of her marriage that was the best she could do for either of them.
If Whitmore's there, you shan't meet him if you don't want to: and if the house is full, I'll drop you in the shrubbery with the rug, and get them to break up early. Only I must have your solemn davey that you'll stay there and not quit until I give you leave. Eh?" I gave that promise. "Very well.
"Fell off on me," replied Jonas, violently. "On purpose!" "I wisht she'd killed ye," said Mr. Davey, in a choking voice, as, released, he sank back in his chair. "On purpose!" repeated Jonas. "And smashed a straw hat I hadn't had three months! All to pieces! So it couldn't be fixed!" "And what then?" pursued Bradbury. "SHE ran," replied Jonas, bitterly "ran!
The last time I spoke to her was a year and a half ago, and I don't reckon I'll ever trouble to again." "How was that, Jonas?" quickly inquired Mr. Davey, who, being the eldest of the party, was the most curious. "What happened?" "She was out in the street, up on that high bicycle of Joe Louden's. He was teachin' her to ride, and she was sittin' on it like a man does.
He looked at us for a long time, and we at him. Then he began walking away sidewise, watching us steadily, holding his arrow always ready. Finally he disappeared among the trees and we saw him no more. But we heard him, senhores; twice before we lost sight of him he spoke out in a queer voice like that of a parrot. And the thing he said was, 'Poor Davey!" McKay thumped a fist on his chair.
Presently Doris spoke, going back past the interruption: "Davey, the wonderful thing to me is that while believing Nancy to be Merry's child I find my heart clinging passionately to Joan. I know how you disapprove of her but I glory in her. Through this anxious time I have been able to follow her, understand her better, even, than I have Nan. Joan has often seemed like well, like myself set free.
"I mean really!" the smudges acted as a mask and diverted attention. "I wager you think girls like me the me that was, the working girls are, generally speaking, hounding young men on the matrimonial trail." "Not necessarily that trail," Martin was teasing. "You're all wrong, Uncle Davey, as far as most of them are concerned.
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