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The priest paused a moment, looked at Finden with a curious reflective look, and then said, "And so you t'ink there is no one; that she will say yes not at all no?"
'What pestilent conditions of life! exclaimed Jasper, putting his face rather near to Marian's. 'I wish to goodness we were back in those quiet fields you remember? with the September sun warm about us. Shall you go to Finden again before long? 'I really don't know. 'I'm sorry to say my mother is far from well. In any case I must go at Christmas, but I'm afraid it won't be a cheerful visit.
"Beside," as the Labour Master said, "yo'd hardly believe what a difference there it i'th wark o' two men wortchin' at the same heap, sometimes. There's a great deal i'th breaker, neaw; some on 'em's more artful nor others. They finden out that they can break 'em as fast again at after they'n getten to th' wick i'th inside.
The First Interview between the Spaniards and Peruvians, after Briggs, by Greatbach, is a triumph of art; Wilkie's Dorty Bairn is excellent; the Fisherman's Children, after Collins, by C. Rolls, is exquisitely delicate; and the Gleaner, by Finden, after Holmes, has a lovely set of features, which art and fashion may court in vain. But we have outrun our tether, and must halt here.
"M'sieu' Varley?" the priest responded, and watched a galloping horseman to whom Finden had pointed till he rounded a corner of a little wood. "Varley, the great London surgeon, sure! Say, father, it's a hundred to one she'd take him if " There was a curious look in Father Bourassa's face, a cloud in his eyes. He sighed. "London, it is ver' far away," he remarked, obliquely. "What's to that?
Finden asked, after a moment. "An accident in the woods so. He arrive, it is las' night, from Great Slave Lake." Finden sighed. "Ten years ago he was a man to look at twice before he did It and got away. Now his own mother wouldn't know him bad 'cess to him! I knew him from the cradle almost. I spotted him here by a knife-cut I gave him in the hand when we were lads together.
A divil of a timper always both of us had, but the good-nature was with me, and I didn't drink and gamble and carry a pistol. It's ten years since he did the killing, down in Quebec, and I don't suppose the police will get him now. He's been counted dead. I recognized him here the night after I asked her how she liked the name of Finden. She doesn't know that I ever knew him.
Finden asked, after a moment. "An accident in the woods so. He arrive, it is las' night, from Great Slave Lake." Finden sighed. "Ten years ago he was a man to look at twice before he did It and got away. Now his own mother wouldn't know him bad 'cess to him! I knew him from the cradle almost. I spotted him here by a knife- cut I gave him in the hand when we were lads together.
Finden asked, after a moment. "An accident in the woods so. He arrive, it is las' night, from Great Slave Lake." Finden sighed. "Ten years ago he was a man to look at twice before he did It and got away. Now his own mother wouldn't know him bad 'cess to him! I knew him from the cradle almost. I spotted him here by a knife-cut I gave him in the hand when we were lads together.
"M'sieu' Varley?" the priest responded, and watched a galloping horseman to whom Finden had pointed, till he rounded the corner of a little wood. "Varley, the great London surgeon, sure! Say, father, it's a hundred to one she'd take him, if " There was a curious look in Father Bourassa's face, a cloud in his eyes. He sighed. "London, it is ver' far away," he remarked obliquely. "What's to that?
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