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Updated: May 17, 2025
"Now, Mem, dun't ye muddle the mester's brain t'-night wi' 't, I say. I'm goin' t' 'xperiment myself a bit." Which he did, accordingly, shutting himself up in the smoke-house and burning the compound in divers sconces and Wide-Awake torches, giving up the entire night to his diabolical orgies. Mrs.
Joel's good-humour was proof against even this. "I've scoured to some purpose, then. Dun't tell the mester: it'll muddle his brains t'-night. Wait till mornin'. Squire More'll be down his-self t' 'xplain." He rubbed the greasy fingers into his hair, while Mrs. Howth's eyes were fixed in dumb perplexity.
"Me and Peewee stands a-waitin' fur the street-car fur thirty minutes, then I goes into the freight depot office. "'Is the street-car runnin'? I says to the old gazink at the desk. "'Ye can't rightly call it runnin', he says. 'It ain't been settled yet. Some claims she dun't, some claims she do. Them that claims she dun't is those who've rid on her.
And suddenly the most delicious sound that Rachael's ears had ever heard there was the sucking and plunging that meant success. The car panted like a giant revived, and Ruddy stood back in the merciless green light and sent Rachael a smile. His homely face, running rain, looked at her as bright as an angel's. "Dun't know as I'd stand there, s'deep in my tracks!" shouted Ruddy.
'What's good enough fer you is good enough fer me. He beats it over to where another rube is settin' in a buggy. 'Hi, Bill! says my Jasper, 'I'll just bet ye fifty cents the black hawse dun't win the race even if I do lose! "That's the way it goes right along the rubes stay away from it. Once in a while I finds a mark but not often.
They spoiled all the plans I ever made. But they shall do so no longer. They cross my path again at their peril!" "The tragic old fraud!" whispered Tom. "I've a good mind to face him just where he stands." "Go slow! We dun't know who is on board of that ship." "Evidently friends to Crabtree, or they wouldn't let him hypnotize Dora's mother." "Where can Dora be?" "That remains to be found out."
Holl answered, "is because they are brought up in nusseries, and they can't run about the house, or holloa or shout to each other in the streets. D' ye see they are taught to speak quiet, and they hear their fathers and mothers, and people round them, speaking quiet. You dun't know, Harry, how still it is in some of them big houses, you seem half afraid to speak above a whisper."
But I can feel the road under us giving already. And I've killed my engine!" Ruddy deliberated. "Won't start, eh?" "She simply WON'T!" "Ain't got a crank, have ye?" Rachael stared. "Why, yes, we have, under my seat here. But is there a chance that she might start on cranking?" she said eagerly. "Dun't know," Ruddy said non-committally.
"Dun't know," he said. He took off his immense boots and gray socks, and rolled up his wet trousers, the better to feel every inch of rise or fall in the ground beneath his feet, and Millie held these for him as if it were a sacred charge.
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