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It was only a month before that he had found them all sitting outside their broken-down fence, surrounded by decrepit chairs, sofas, tables, bedsteads, bits of carpet, and stoves. "What's the matter?" he called out from his wagon. "There ain't nothin' the matter," said Alcestis Crambry. "Father's dead, an' we're dividin' up the furnerchure."
And if the masther HAS gone away, it's ownly takin' me money from the other divils down there that's drawin' it out and dividin' it betwixt and between them." Cissy had a very vague idea of what a "run on the bank" meant, but Norah's logic seemed to satisfy her feminine reason. She softened a little. "Mr.
"This poor fellow recovered his senses about the time the pirates were dividin' the prisoners among them. He seemed dazed at first, so said the Lascar, but as he must have bin in a considerable funk himself I suspect his observations couldn't have bin very correct.
"Believe not, nothin' wuth dividin'. Did hear that Tobe Walsh war kicked to death by a mule. Didn't put much faith in it, though." "But was it true?" "Yes. The mule got him. Buried ter-day." "Oh, isn't that sad," Margaret wailed. "And he leaves a young wife, too." "Better than to leave an old one," said Jasper. "The young widder, you know, kin smile through her grief."
"It's a noble pairt ye play, James Moore," he cried loudly across the room, "settin' son against father, and dividin' hoose against hoose. It's worthy o' ye we' yer churchgoin', and yer psalm-singin', and yer godliness." The Master looked up from the far end of the room.
Breath o' God, oh! come an' blaw Frae my hert ilk fog awa'; Wauk me up, an' mak me strang, Fill my hert wi' mony a sang, Frae my lips again to stert, Fillin' sails o' mony a hert, Blawin' them ower seas dividin' To the only place to bide in. "Eh, Mr. Warlock! is that you singin' o' the Sawbath day?" said the voice of a young woman behind him, in a tone of gentle raillery rather than expostulation.
"Well, Mike," said Stevens maliciously, "when it comes to a reg'lar division of lands and greenbacks in the United States, I go in for the Chinese having their share." "The Chinese!" shouted Michael. "Oh, murther, Misther Stevens! Ye wouldn't be fur dividin' with thim blatherskites!" "Yes, with them, as well as the rest," returned Stevens, dryly.
It was only a month before that he had found them all sitting outside their broken-down fence, surrounded by decrepit chairs, sofas, tables, bedsteads, bits of carpet, and stoves. "What's the matter?" he called out from his wagon. "There ain't nothin' the matter," said Alcestis Crambry. "Father's dead, an we're dividin' up the furnerchure."
If there's some that figure on pullin' their freight out of the valley an' stayin' out they can hit the breeze right now drivin' that Star herd to Willow's Wells, sellin' them, an' dividin' the money. Whoever is takin' up that proposition is startin' right now!" About half the Star men began to move; heading up the valley.
I should jedge we have a pound of gold, or tharabouts. How much is that worth, Johnny? You can figger in yore head." "Along about two hundred and fifty dollars," said Johnny after a moment. "Well, keep on figgerin'. How much does that come to apiece?" "About eighty dollars, of course." "And dividin' eighty by five?" persisted Yank. "Sixteen."
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