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At another hour Richard might have been inclined to condone this last offense, as he had condoned others; but when he parted from Denyven, Richard's heart was still hot with his cousin's insult. As he turned into the yard, not with his usual swinging gait, but with a quick, wide step, there was an unpleasant dilation about young Shackford's nostrils.
They have thrown in one reasonable demand merely to flavor the rest. I happen to know that they are determined to stand by their programme to the last letter." "You know that?" "I have a friend at court. Of course this is not to be breathed, but Denyven, without being at all false to his comrades, talks freely with me. He says they are resolved not to give an inch."
"Yes, I took a black heye, and I can give one, in a hemergency. Yes, I gives and takes." "That's where we differ," returned Durgin. "I do a more genteel business; I give, and don't take." "Unless you're uncommon careful," said Denyven, pulling away at his pipe, "you'll find yourself some day henlarging your business." Durgin pushed back his stool. "Gentlemen! gentlemen!" interposed Mr.
"He didn't strike Torrini before or after he was down, and stood at the gate like a gentleman, ready to give Torrini his chance if he wanted it." "Torrini didn't want it," observed Jemmy Willson. "Ther' isn't nothing mean about Torrini." "But he 'ad a dozen minds about coming back," said Denyven.
"With whom?" "Torrini, sir, he's awful bad this day." "Torrini, it is always Torrini! It seems odd that one man should be everlastingly at the bottom of everything wrong. How did it happen? Give it to me straight, Denyven; I don't want a crooked story. This thing has got to stop in Slocum's Yard." "The way of it was this, sir: Torrini wasn't at the shop this morning. He 'ad a day off." "I know."
"But Slocum's Yard can," said Richard, irritated to observe the influence Torrini exerted on even such men as Denyven. "That's between you and him, sir, of course, but" "But what?" "Well, isr, I can't say hexactly; but if I was you I would bide a bit." "No, I think Torrini's time has come." "I don't make bold to advise you, sir. I merely throws out the hobservation."
At the main entrance to the marble works Richard nearly walked over a man who was coming out, intently mopping his forehead with a very dirty calico handkerchief. It was an English stone-dresser named Denyven. Richard did not recognize him at first. "That you, Denyven! . . . what has happened!" "I've 'ad a bit of a scrimmage, sir." "A scrimmage in the yard, in work hours!" The man nodded.
"I'm afraid he would make the ten minutes seem long to you." "Well, sir, I'd willingly let him try his 'and." "How is it, Denyven," said Richard, "that you and sensible workingmen like you, have permitted such a quarrelsome and irresponsible fellow to become a leader in the Association? He's secretary, or something, isn't he?"
When he comes out of his present state, he will be heartily ashamed of himself. His tongue is the only malicious part of him. If he hadn't a taste for drink and oratory, if he was not 'a born horator, as Denyven calls him, he would do well enough." "No, Richard, he's a dreadful man. I shall never forget his face, it was some wild animal's.
But it does seem some way droll that the old schooner should be wrecked so soon after what has happened to the old skipper. If you don't see it, or sense it, I don't insist. What's yours, Denyven?" The person addressed as Denyven promptly replied, with a fine sonorous English accent, "a mug of 'alf an' 'alf, with a head on it, Snelling." At the same moment Mr.
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