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Updated: June 6, 2025
But why should I be going back to that place when the thing is done I came to be doing? I will go away to my own folk, and you will be forgetting me." "I'll never be forgettin' you," says he, calling her pet words that made me wish myself far enough away, for I was shy of lovers' talk, and he held her to his breast and spoke quickly, and turned and caught the bridle of his horse.
And the ladies not forgettin' the misthress herself devil the likes of the same two young ladies I see on my whole bait, an' that's the country at large, barrin' the barony of Bedhehusth, where these cruel murdhers is committed; an' devil a foot I'll ever set into it till it's changed for the betther."
You'll be forgettin' us all mighty quick, I reckon, once you get to livin' with your rich kin." "'Deed, I won't!" returned Ollie warmly. "Sammy an' me was a talkin' 'bout that this evenin'. We aim t' always come back t' Mutton Holler onct a year, an' be just like other folks; don't we, Sammy?" The brown pony, stepping on a loose stone, stumbled toward the man walking by his side.
Gray, who was still lying awake with her trouble, heard Emily softly speak: "Mother." She stole over to Emily's couch and kissed the child's cheek. "Mother, an' th' wolves killed Bob, won't he be an angel now?" "Bob's livin' somewheres child, an' I'm prayin' th' Lard in His mercy t' care of th' lad. Th' Lard knows where un is, lass, an' th' Lard'll sure not be forgettin' he."
As the two men went off down the side of the building, Fuselli heard the nervous twitching voice through the metallic patter of the rain: "I can't find no way of forgettin' how funny the helmets looked all round the lamp... I can't find no way.... " Bill Grey and Fuselli pooled their blankets and slept together.
I just felt, all the time we’ve been eating, we was forgettin’ something. You children ought to remember, I got so much on my mind." All eyes turned anxiously to the cooking-stove, while an expression of frank regret began to settle over the different faces. The backbone of their appetites had been broken, and there was something else, perhaps something even more appetizing, to come.
The widow nodded two or three times in a convinced manner. "To be sure. That's the reason," she said. "And it's proud I am to have for my third son a b'y that can give the reasons of things. And there's another permotion we was forgettin'. Andy'll take Moike's place, so he will, and look after the little b'ys.
But it ain't sense to start a fight when mebbe we can avoid it." "What's your idea?" "Let's stave the Greaser off till dark. Then Laddy an' me an' Thorne will take Mercedes an' hit the trail for Yuma." "Camino del Diablo! That awful trail with a woman! Jim, do you forget how many hundreds of men have perished on the Devil's Road?" "I reckon I ain't forgettin' nothin'," replied Jim.
Softly kissing the girl, she said: "If I loved you less, Fledra dear, I should not be so anxious about you. But I'm so fond of you, child! Now, then, smile and kiss me!" Fledra flung her arms about the other. "I keep forgettin'. I'll try not to be bad any more."
But the sergeant returned to Constantine, and before going to bed this time in the spare room played a game of cribbage with Madam Noy, the farmer smoking sulkily in his arm-chair. "Two for his heels!" said the rosy woman suddenly, halfway through the game. "Sergeant, you're cheatin' yoursel' an' forgettin' to mark. Gi'e me the board; I'll mark for both."
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