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"I'm glad to be here, Julia," said the captain. "You know it, too, I guess likely. Is all well with you, Julia?" Cherry Blossom in horrible pidgin English affirmed that all was well, all was happiness and delight and bliss in the realm beyond. Galusha did not hear much of this, he was suffering too acutely to listen. Then he heard Captain Jethro ask another question.
She told me about your bein' so kind to her and Nelson over by the old church this mornin'. She was real grateful to you and she says she shall thank you herself when she sees you. She asked me to do it for her now." Galusha was confused. "Oh, it was nothing, really," he hastened to explain. "I ah Well, I intruded upon them somewhat suddenly. I see she told you of that."
"Now I know better.... My savin' soul, how you do talk, Zach Bloomer!... And I says to her, says I, 'Miss Martha, I says.... My Lord of Isrul!..." These were some of the "Primmieisms" which came up the staircase. Galusha rose to close his door but before he could accomplish this feat his own name was called. "Mr. Bangs!" screamed Primmie. "Mr. Bangs, be you layin' down?
The object of the attention could not help becoming aware of it. "What are they all looking at me for?" he demanded, under his breath. Galusha did not hear the question, but Primmie did, and answered it. "They don't know who you be," she whispered. "What of it? I don't know who they are, either." Miss Cash sniffed.
I had a trial the other evening. That is, it seemed as if it would be the greatest trial that ever I had to face and my, how I dreaded it. Sir Ernest Brindlecombe, an English scientist, and, so Galusha says, a very great man, indeed, is here with his wife, and they have known Galusha for years. So nothing would do but we must come to their house to dinner.
Galusha pitied the old fanatic as he stood there, massive, rugged, brows drawn together, sturdy legs apart as if set to meet the roll of a ship at sea a strong figure, yet in a way the figure of a wistful, dreaming child, helpless "Mr.
Then he added, "And not then unless I know WHY you ask for it, you can bet on that." Galusha was as grateful as if he had been granted a great favor. As they walked through the outer office together he endeavored to express his feelings. "Thank you, thank you very much, Cousin Gussie," he said, earnestly.
Galusha said nothing to Miss Phipps nor to any one else, but during the rest of that day he did a great deal of thinking. Martha Phipps was worried, she was troubled, she had been crying; according to Primmie Horatio Pulcifer was responsible for her tears. Galusha had never fancied Mr. Pulcifer, now he was conscious of a most extraordinary dislike for the man.
Minor took him to one of the windows and introduced him to the clerk at the desk behind it. "Give Mr. Bangs whatever he wants," he said. Galusha explained. The clerk asked how he would have the five-thousand-dollar check made out. "In your own name?" he asked. Mr. Bangs reflected. "Why ah " he stammered, "I should prefer it in ah some other name, if possible.
Galusha smiled. "For all you know to the contrary," he said, "I may be a desperate ruffian." "You don't look desperate. Do you feel that way?" "Not now, but I did last ah evening." "When you were camped out on that Inn piazza in a pourin' rain, you mean? I don't blame you for feelin' desperate then.... Well, Mr.
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