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The storm had blown in colder water from the open sea. Rick felt goose flesh and wished they had brought along midseason suits. The water was murky, too, because of the sand and silt stirred up by the storm. The murkiness started about twenty feet below the surface. Not until they were over fifty feet down did the water clear again.
They are black on the back, with white bellies, and some have a white ring round their necks, so that they are almost half white half black. Their skin is much like that of a seal, and as thick as the skin of a wild boar. The bill is as long as that of a raven, but not so crooked; the neck short and thick, and the body as long as that of a goose, but not so thick.
I'd rather he said straight out that he thought I was a goose." "Perhaps you wouldn't if he did." "I like people to be human. Mr. Farron's not human." "Doesn't your mother think so?" "Mama thinks he's perfect." "How long have they been married?" "Ages! Five years!" "And they're just as much in love?" Miss Severance looked at him. "In love?" she said. "At their age?"
Both he and his companion, a sallow, black-haired personage with a drooping pair of moustaches, were just then, seemingly, much engrossed. "Yes, some place off thar'," rejoined the black-haired man with a wave of his hand toward the west in which the sun, a ball of red fire, was now dropping, "some whar off thar, across that alkali, Jim Bell has his golden-egged goose."
"Jim," said he, "I'm going now; if you only wouldn't, you know." "Wouldn't what?" "Give your neighbor drink." "Pooh!" said Jim, "You're a goose; better come back and be decent." "Good-by," was Tode's answer, as he vanished around the corner. He went directly to the spot opposite the depot, which he had selected the night before, and descended at once to the cellar.
Rebecca Mary sang hymns mostly, but interspersed in her programme were bits of Mother Goose set to original tunes she had learned the Mother Goose of the minister's Littlest Little Boy and original bits set to familiar tunes. It was a wild little orgy of song. "My grief!" Aunt Olivia ejaculated under her breath; but she did not mean her grief.
About the year 1650 there appeared in circulation in London a small book, named "Rhymes of the Nursery; or Lulla-Byes for Children," which contained many of the identical pieces that have been handed down to us; but the name of Mother Goose was evidently not then known.
But though Stepan Arkadyevitch was accustomed to very different dinners, he thought everything excellent: the herb brandy, and the bread, and the butter, and above all the salt goose and the mushrooms, and the nettle soup, and the chicken in white sauce, and the white Crimean wine everything was superb and delicious. "Splendid, splendid!" he said, lighting a fat cigar after the roast.
"Why, Alma," whispered the mother, "who in the world can it be at this time of night? You don't suppose he " "Well, I'm not going to the door, anyhow, mother, I don't care who it is; and, of course, he wouldn't be such a goose as to come at this hour." She put on a look of miserable trepidation, and shrank back from the door, while the hum of the bell died away, in the hall.
When apprehended, and a proposal made to search him, he readily consented to be searched, but, at the same time, was observed to put his hand into his pocket and carry something towards his mouth, as if it were a quid of tobacco: it was examined, and found to be a letter, of which the enclosed is a copy, written on silk paper, rolled up in gold-beater's skin, and nicely tied at each end, so as not to be larger than a goose quill.
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