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It was, however, a full half hour before she re-entered the sitting room, and when she did so there was a puzzled expression on her face. "Now, that's funny," she observed, musingly; "that certainly is funny. What is he drivin' at, I wonder?" "Mr. Pulcifer?" inquired Galusha. "Why, yes. He didn't say so in so many words; in fact, he didn't really say much of anything right out.
Just as he, in his boat, was leavin' the Spunk for the Devastation, Pluck bellowed out, fearin' he'd forget it, 'Keep a straight course, north-east about two points east! about two points east! and yer sure to come upon him. The last thing Pluck saw of the Devastation, she was heading for the supposed spot, steering away, drivin' all the fish into the middle of the Atlantic, and expecting to find the Starlight where Pluck said she was.
You cain' sell an' you cain' give Whitey to no cullud man 'n 'is town. You go an' drowned 'at ole hoss, 'cause you sutny goin' to jail if you git ketched drivin' him." The substance of this advice seemed good to Abalene, especially as the seventeen dollars and sixty cents in his pocket lent sweet colours to life out of jail at this time.
"You might ha' guessed that it would be worse," growled Dennis. Then, desperately, he blurted out, "Because you're dead-set on keepin' the seventh commandment, you're jest naterally drivin' me to break the sixth." "What?" "I've said it. And he saved my life, too. But when I look at yer, I get to thinking." His voice sank to a hoarse whisper. "I think lots, nights.
"She's one o' them bloomin', undermanned tramps, run by apprentices an' Thames watermen. They're drivin' sailors an' sailin'-ships off the sea blarst 'em!" "Martin," said Elisha to the cook, "what's the matter with our bein' a drag for her?" "Dead easy, if we kin git his line an' he knows how to rig a bridle." "We can show him, if it comes to it. What ye say, boys?
"Yes'm, I did hear a knock," returned Charlotte, "but they pound there all day, and o' course I didn't know't was you. I tell Miss Upton if we kept the door locked and the shades down all the time, we'd do a drivin' business. Folks seem jest possessed to come in and buy somethin' 'cause they can't. Did you want somethin' special, Mrs. Barry?" "I came to see Miss Melody.
"Didn't you know who it was?" he stammered. But Euphrasia was not listening. "I've seen her," she was saying; "I've seen her ridin' through Ripton in that little red wagon, drivin' herself, with a coachman perched up beside her. Flint's daughter!" Euphrasia became speechless once more, the complications opened up being too vast for intelligent comment.
White shouldn't deal with you direct, an' yit mebbe I could do more with him 'n you could. But, he says, 'I wa'n't cal'latin' to go t' the village this mornin', an' I sent my hired man off with my drivin' hoss. Mebbe I'll drop 'round in a day or two, he says, 'an' look at the roan.
"But the dog," she said. "You haven't considered the dog." Skiff Miller looked puzzled. "Have you thought about him?" she asked. "Don't know what you're drivin' at," was the response. "Maybe the dog has some choice in the matter," Madge went on. "Maybe he has his likes and desires. You have not considered him. You give him no choice.
"'An' ye wouldn't be willin' to give up Africy, sez I, 'fer a poor parish like Glendow, if thar was no clergyman here? "'No, sez he, in a hesitatin' way, fer he didn't seem to know what I was a drivin' at. "'Exactly so, Mr.
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