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"What good'll it do me to go back ther'? I was goin' down, down, an' bringin' th' others with me. What good'll it do you or the rest to hev me ther'? To make me afraid? It's poor learnin' frum fear. Who taught me what was right? Who cared? No man cared fur my soul, till I thieved 'n' robbed; 'n' then judge 'n' jury 'n' jailers was glad to pounce on me. Will yoh gev me a chance? will yoh?"
"Not yet," admitted Goosey. "But I've got an idea." "When you're looking for treasure look for signs of old water-courses. If you find one, follow it along and see if it leads to a spring." "What good'll that do?" asked Goosey. "Twenty dollars' worth," replied Jolly Bill. "Twenty dollars in coin of the realm. This old buried treasure may be in such shape that you can't cash it.
What fool's cut a Bible?" "Ah, there," said Morgan, "there! Wot did I say? No good'll come o' that, I said." "Well, you've about fixed it now, among you," continued Silver. "You'll all swing now, I reckon. What soft-headed lubber had a Bible?" "It was Dick," said one. "Dick, was it? Then Dick can get to prayers," said Silver. "He's seen his slice of luck, has Dick, and you may lay to that."
He also was a thrall of woman, newly enrolled, and full of wonder. "What, Tom!" the farmer sang out as soon as he had opened the door; "there ye be! at yer Folly agin, are ye? What good'll them fashens do to you, I'd like t'know? Come, shut up, and go and see to Mr. Fev'rel's mare. He's al'ays at that ther' Folly now. I say there never were a better name for a book than that ther' Folly!
He objected: "But what good'll that do us, suh, if we take what we've learned to where it won't help anybody, least of all us? An' what chance we got against Ku Sui now, when we're prisoners? Why, he's a magician; it ain't natural, what he does. Lands in our ship plop right out of empty space! Puts us out with a wave of his handkerchief!" With final misery in his voice he added: "We're sunk, suh.
Sam Weller received both of these suggestions with unexpected contempt, and again propounded his question. 'No, said the old gentleman; 'if he von't let you stop there, I see no vay at all. It's no thoroughfare, Sammy, no thoroughfare. 'Well, then, I'll tell you wot it is, said Sam, 'I'll trouble you for the loan of five-and-twenty pound. 'Wot good'll that do? inquired Mr. Weller.
"He'll do all he can, waking or sleeping, to make himself troublesome. He's a ne'er-do-well, Ranald. Little good'll ever come of him. It's a mercy his mother is under the mould, for he would have broken her heart." I had come to myself quite by this time, but I was not in the least more inclined to acknowledge it to Mrs. Mitchell. "You're wrong there, Mrs.
"You'll take me with you, Dick?" asked his wife. "What good'll you be?" growled Dick. "It'll cost more." "What can I do alone, here?" "I'll leave money for your board." "But I'll be so lonely, Dick," she persisted. "Oh, I'll come back! It's business I'm going for, old woman. If I can't come back I'll send money to bring you." "Do let me go with you, Dick." "Oh, hush up!
"Besides, I don't guess any of us would of thought to look in that loft." "Maybe not. It doesn't matter. We didn't." Stratton's voice was brittle. "But if anything happens " "Have they locked up the whole house?" Jessup asked as Stratton paused. "Yes, but what good'll that do with two able-bodied men set on getting in? There isn't a door or shutter that wouldn't " "Two!" gasped Bud.
They had reached the point where the road dipped to the hollow by Ethan's mill and as they descended the darkness descended with them, dropping down like a black veil from the heavy hemlock boughs. "I'm tied hand and foot, Matt. There isn't a thing I can do," he began again. "You must write to me sometimes, Ethan." "Oh, what good'll writing do? I want to put my hand out and touch you.
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