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And we're just in time to get scalped." But Seth had no responsive smile for the girl's sally. His face was grave enough as he turned to the horrified woman. "Ma'am," he said, in that slow drawling fashion which gave so much gravity and dignity to his speech, "I'll take it kindly if you won't gamble a heap on this little gal's nonsense.
Poor dear sawl, she'm dead an' gone, an' she loved 'e wi' all her 'eart, as I, what knawed her, can testify to." "No more o' that," he said, "the gal's comin'. Thank God she ban't no cheel o' mine thank God, as 'ave tawld me 'tedn' so. He whispered it, an' I put it away an' away. Now I knaws. You bide here, Thomasin Tregenza, and I'll speak what's fittin'."
I seed young Edward didn't know me, but I've dandled him on my knee many a time, when he was a leetle shaver. 'Tween you and me there was a gal working at Judge Sherman's that I had a liking fur, so Sundays, I used to go down thar sparking, I'd kinder like to know if that gal's spliced yet." "What was her name?"
I want to see 'em smile bad. Maybe you think me some fool man. I allow I'm wiser than you guess. Maybe, even, I'm wiser than you, who've never yearned to see a gal's eyes smiling into yours in all your forty-three years. That's why we're going to butt in on that strike, and you're coming right along with me if I have to yank you there by your mighty badly fledged scalp."
"Now, where's t'other?" said Hopley. "Mind, keep back, you lads. He's got a gun too, and he's hurt, and may be savage." "Oh, take care, father!" cried Polly. "Let me go first he wouldn't shoot a woman." "Want to make me ashamed of myself and get hiding behind a gal's petticutt!" cried Bob. "G'long with you."
After everybody had haw hawed and cracked his joke over Obadiah's last repetition of the anecdote, Peleg observed: "I dunno's az a feller kin blame Perez fer givin intew her. The gal's derned hansum, though she be mos' too black complected."
Sure enough, a rough-looking fellow, his hat pulled over his eyes, half concealed behind a pile of lumber, was casting a sinister glance toward the pair. "The gal's well enough," continued Sam; "but I don't take a cent's wuth of stock in thet thar father of her'n. He's in with them sharps, sure pop, an' it don't suit his book to hev Foster hangin' round.
"Thet sunrise," he announced one morning, setting down his milk-pail to gaze at the east, "is jest like the sparkle in a gal's eyes when she's tickled at somethin' ye've said about her. An, when the sun sets, hit's like the whole world was a woman blushin'." The dance on Saturday was to be something more portentous than a mere frolic.
"Oh, Joanna ... thank you," said Ellen. "Well, I'll have to be leaving you now that gal's got a rabbit pie in the oven for our tea, and I must go and have a look at her crust. You unpack and clean yourself and be careful not to spoil anything." Supper that night was rather a quiet meal. Something about Ellen drove Joanna back into her old sense of estrangement.
Me and him agreed on that pint, as soon as ever we see it." "It's surer'n preachin', judge," said Jerry, as he came up to where we were standing; "and there ain't no help for it." "Well, what can we do, Jerry?" "Do! foller till we git 'em, if we foiler 'em to hell. We mustn't leave the trail now, till we know the gal's dead, for sartin.
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