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The blacke foxe and red come out of Siberia, white and dunne from Pechora, whence also come the white wolfe, and white Beare skin. The best Wuluerin also thence and from Perm. The best Martrons are from Siberia, Cadamo, Morum, Perm, and Cazan. Lyserns, Mineuer, and Armins, the best are out of Gallets, and Ouglits, many from Nouogrod and Perm.
Finley Peter Dunne once wrote of my brother that he "probably knew more waiters, generals, actors, and princes than any man who lived," and I think it was during the first year of his life at Bethlehem that he began the foundation for the remarkable collection of friends, both as to numbers and variety, of which he died possessed.
But this proved difficult. She was preoccupied; and he himself found Dunne's concluding words sticking in his memory. Did they hide a sinister meaning? He disliked Dunne heartily, and he was jealous of him besides, without having any definite cause; but he no longer underrated him.
"Oh, Casey," said Shiller, "I want you to shake hands with Mr. Glass. Mr. Glass Mr. Dunne. Mr. Glass," the genial Bob went on, "has some notion of locating here if he can get a place to suit him. He likes the land, and he likes the climate; but the recent the events er the way things shape at present has a leetle undecided him. Anything Mr. Dunne tells you, Mr. Glass, will be straight.
Now every rancher's ditches were running full, and all he had to show for his work was a horrible mass of wreckage. Farwell had disliked Dunne at first sight; now he hated him. He would have liked to come to actual grips with him, to break that lean, wiry body with his own tremendous strength, to bruise and batter that quietly mocking face with his great fists.
He made a large gesture of generous inclusion, paused for an instant, and shot a keen glance at his friend. "Cas-ee Dunne my tillikum, too." "Sure," said Sandy gravely. "We're all friends of yours, Simon." Simon nodded and considered. "All rancher my tillikum," he continued after an interval. "Ah-ha! Good!
See here, Dunne, the last five minutes has got us better acquainted than the last two months. I'll fire these fellows to-morrow if you'll promise me that our ditches won't be interfered with again." "As long as we have water there will be no trouble," said Casey. "I'll promise nothing more." "That's good for some weeks, anyway," Farwell predicted. "I guess we'll have to fight it out in the end.
"No," said the dark man. "But you can tell Dunne that up to a minute ago he had a fool workin' for him!" Dead silence while a watch could tick off ten seconds. Clyde scarcely breathed. At different times in her life she had heard noisy quarrels in city streets, quarrels big with oath and threat. This was different.
To begin with, beggin' yer honour's pardon in advance, is there a Mrs. Dunne?" "No such luck," he replied. He sketched the ranch routine briefly. She was interested, asking many questions. The evening wore away. The guests began to depart. But Clyde had arranged to stay the night with the Wades. "By the way," she said, "I still have your ten-dollar bill. I will send it to you." "Don't do that.
At the same time George B. Keane, the Supervisors' clerk, and a State Senator as well, was working for the "Change of Venus bill," a measure which if passed, would have permitted Ruef to take his case out of the jurisdiction of Judge Dunne. But the bill was defeated. Once more Ruef's straining at the net of Justice had achieved no parting of the strands.
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