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"Dale, I've differences with Al Auchincloss have had them for years," said Beasley. "Much of what he owns is mine. An' it's goin' to come to me. Now I reckon people will be takin' sides some for me an' some for Al. Most are for me.... Where do you stand? Al Auchincloss never had no use for you, an' besides he's a dyin' man. Are you goin' on his side?" "Yes, I reckon I am."
"Ochone!" exclaimed O'Connor, as well as a mouthful of pork and potatoes would allow him; "was it you that groaned like a dyin' pig?" The question was put to Forsyth, who was holding his head between his hands, and swaying his body to and fro in agony. "Hae ye the colic, freen'?" enquired John Watt, in a tone of sympathy. "No-n-o," groaned Forsyth, "it's a a too-tooth!" "Och! is that all?"
She went away." He patted the baby, his skinny hand all shaking. Jinny took it in hers, and, leaning over, stroked his hair. "You've hed hard trouble, to turn it gray like this." "No trouble like that, woman, when he left her." "Left her! An' then she was tired of God, an' of livin', or dyin'. So as she loved him! You know, my husband. As I love you. An' he left her! What wonder what she did?
"Now, darlin', the prayer for the dyin'; isn't there such a one in your little book?" Gerty trembled. There was such a prayer, a beautiful one; and the thoughtful child, to whom the idea of death was familiar, knew it by heart but could she repeat the words? Could she command her voice?
You know poor little Eph's dyin' of that white swellin'. You wouldn't have me refuse his mother anything we've got, would you?" Jane Miller walked back to the house with tears in her eyes, but her homely sallow face was transfigured by love as she went about her work, thinking to herself, "There never was such a man's Reuben, anyhow.
"He's very kind. He's like a woman fur kindness to such as me. When I come to die, I'd like eyes such as his to look at, tender, pitiful." "Women are fools alike," grumbled the Doctor. "Never mind. 'When you come to die? What put that into your head? Look up." The child sheltered the flaring candle with her hand. "I've no tho't o' dyin'," she said, laughing.
Why, mon, we were bakers taegither in Glascae. I could tell him anywhere by his bow-legs, an' he's got a scar on one o' them as big as your face." "Yes, I know he has, where the shell grazed him at Mons." "Shell grazed him at Mons? Shell hell! It was a pan o' hot dough that fell on his leg in the bake-shop, and I'll never forget his yell tae my dyin' day."
In the turmoil and the contending of many voices Nicholas began to explain to his friends that it wasn't a real fight, as it had every appearance of being, and the visitors were in no immediate danger of their lives. But Kaviak feared the worst, and began to weep forlornly. "The world is dyin' at top and bottom!" screamed the Boy, writhing under the Colonel's clutch.
"I'd never 'ave got better if it 'adn't been for your aunt. 'Tom, she says to me, 'you got to get well, and I 'AD to. Then SHE sickened. She sickened but there ain't much dyin' about your aunt. 'Lor! she says, 'as if I'd leave you to go muddlin' along alone! That's what she says. She's got a tongue, 'as your aunt.
When the sun began to swim low over the hills, he looked at her with a curiously grim smile. "I reckon that rattler was fooled last night," he said. "But if foolin' him had been left to me I expect I'd have made a bad job of it. But I'm thinkin' that he done his little old dyin' when the sun went down last night. An' I'm still here.
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