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"The steamer! It's gone!" shouted Mr. Carr. "What!" cried Captain Spark. "Gone, I tell you!" With great anxiety all strained their eyes to catch some sight of the large craft. At last Tim Flynn pointed with his finger. "There she is sailin' right away from us!" he said bitterly. The words of the Irish tar proved true the steamer had again altered her course.
The Parson, in his heart of hearts, would have taken the vote away from most of the people he knew; he would certainly not have enlarged its scope, and as to the system of the secret ballot-box, he was too used to knowing what all his parishioners did with their votes and to guiding their hands.... There were steps he could not take with Flynn; but Ishmael, listening, began to waver in his allegiance towards the Parson.
He ran to the window, and was astonished to see his friend already on horseback, taking leave of his host. For one instant Clarence felt one of those sudden revulsions of feeling common to his age, but which he had always timidly hidden under dogged demeanor. Flynn, his only friend! Flynn, his only boyish confidant!
"Satisfactory enough," replied the foreman, genially, "but it's too hard for you, man." "I 'ain't complained," said Joy, with a flash of his eyes. He thought he knew why this solicitude was shown him. "I know you 'ain't," said Flynn, "but you 'ain't got the muscle and nerve for it. That's plain enough to see." "I 'ain't complained, and I'd rather stay where I be," said Joy, angrily.
Ed Flynn has been playing fast and loose with her for a long time, and she's none too well balanced, and when it came to her not having enough to eat, and to keep her warm, and her mother nagging at her all the time you know what an awful hard woman her mother is she got desperate.
His florid face paled a little and his bright Irish eyes did not blink. Pen could see a tiny patch that Mrs. Flynn had put on the knee of Jim's riding breeches. There swept over her a sudden appreciation of Jim's utter simplicity and sincerity under all the stupendous responsibilities he had assumed not only in the building of the dam, but in his less tangible building for the nation.
I told you that I was proud to feel myself your friend. And if you have lost, you have lost as a man must prefer to lose, Mr. Manning, in full flight, with the heat of battle thick upon you and not dragging out your days in a slow paralysis of futile endeavor." "I thank you, Mr. Secretary," said Jim huskily. "Can I put supper on now, Mr. Dennis?" asked Mrs. Flynn, in a stage whisper.
"Here is a note for a thousand pounds." "And here is another," said Mancune. "Nothing could be more handsome, gentlemen," said the salesman. "It's a treat to see such a spirited competition. The last bid was fifty pounds a head from Mancune. The word lies with you, Mr. Strellenhaus." Mr. Jack Flynn whispered something to the salesman. "Quite so! Mr.
"I I to tell the truth, I have to ask Sara for what I want and I don't know just how to get round it, this time." Jane in her turn went red. "I'll ask Oscar. I hadn't begun to break him in on that yet. But he's been so nice lately." Mrs. Flynn stood eying the two women. "Of all the fools, women are the worst," she snorted.
“Oh, doesn’t she look like the Dame in fairy tales?” Maida said. They played for a half an hour. And who do you suppose won? Not Maida with all her new-found strength, not Rosie with all her nervous energy, not Billy with all his athletic training. “Mrs. Delia Flynn, champion of America and Ireland,” Billy greeted the victor. “Granny, we’ll have to enter you in the next Olympic games.”
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