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In Courteney's eyes he looked stouter, more prosperous, more keenly business-like, than when he had spoken with him a few nights previously. He took Courteney by the arm and led him through a door at the side. "Let 'em yell 'emselves hoarse for a bit!" he said. "Do 'em good. Guess my 'rose of the world' isn't going to be too cheap a commodity.... Which reminds me, sir.
That it said "behind the scenes," and with a laugh I recalled the little child who had delightedly witnessed her first Christmas pantomime; and being told afterward I was one of the people of the play, she watched and listened eagerly some time before coming and resting a dimpled hand on mine, to ask disappointedly, "Please, does all the actin' people have 'emselves jes' same as any one?"
He had the meetin' packed with a lot of bums I never saw before, and, when I told 'em what I thought of 'em and him, he ordered me thrown out. I tore my card to pieces and chucked 'em in his fat face, and then one of the fellers that came with him hit me. They threw me down the stairs, and might 'a' killed me if there hadn't been one or two of my friends there. They call 'emselves union miners!
Says I, 'Cerinthy Ann, folks a'n't to help 'emselves; they's to submit unconditional. And she jest slammed down the clothes-basket and went into the house." When Mrs. Twitchel began to talk, it flowed a steady stream, as when one turns a faucet, that never ceases running till some hand turns it back again; and the occasion that cut the flood short at present was the entrance of Mrs. Brown. Mr.
Ther's twenty an' more o' the lowest down bums ever I see outside a State penitentiary. They're sure the most ter'blest lot ever I did see. An' they got 'emselves fixed up wi' guns an' knives, an' what not an' sech, till you can't see the color o' their clothes fer the dirt on 'em.
Most of the people makes 'em 'emselves. Have we got any shirts, Mary?" "I ain't never seen any," she replied. "I bin here twenty years." "Then sell me one of yours," Tom said. "Can't do that." "Why not?" "Well...." "If you won't sell me a shirt, I can't waste my time here talking." Tom started impatiently towards the door. "Here, young man," said the woman, "you come back here with me.
If they're nigh shore when the killers show up the whales'll slide way out over the rocks an' strand 'emselves." Rainey glanced aft. Sandy had carried his warning to Carlsen and the girl, and now was craning over the lee rail, knee-deep in the wash, trying to see something of the combat.
Why for do folks fix 'emselves like funeral mutes in winter? It's just the artistic mind in 'em. They'd hate flying in the face of Providence by cheerin' themselves up with a bit of color. Art is art, Dy, my boy; maybe art ain't in your line, seein' you're a Government servant. Ther' ain't nothin' but red pine for the inside of that church, or all art's bust to hell.
"Well, at the risk of being called the feminine for popinjay," said Mrs. Birket, with a smile, "I must choose London." "Oh, but I don't include the women, my dear Emmeline," said the Squire. "And I don't include men like Herbert either, who've got their work to do. I'm thinking of the fellows who peacock about on pavements when they might be doing 'emselves good hunting, or some such pursuit.
You'd set the boys so all-fired good-natured they'd give 'emselves up fer the crimes they never committed, or they'd be startin' up a weekly funeral club so as to be sure of a Christian burial anyway. You'd upset the harmony o' Rocky Springs something terrible. Bird's-eye maple nothin'. Ain't that so, Miss Kate?" Kate laughed outright.
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