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"The jobber sent it up by accident," he explained; "I can't see anything to it for the price; it's too slimsy. I wouldn't advise it, Gord. Why, for thirty dollars, and that's what it costs diamond clasp, you can get a string of fish skin pearls, experts can't tell 'em from original, as big as your finger end that would go twice about the neck and then hang some."
The light faded, the depths of the store swam in blue obscurity, but the fragrance of the spring dusk had deepened. "When are you going to get the dog, Gord?" Tol'able asked. "What dog?" another interposed curiously. "Why, ain't you heard about Gord's dog," the chorus demanded. "Where have you been up with the Dutch on the South Fork? Gord's got a dog coming he give two hundred dollars for.
"What's the trouble, Gord?" the latter asked. Two or three others were compactly grouped behind him. "Why, Buckley's hot because I walked with Miss Beggs while he took a drink." The men about Buckley Simmons closed up. "Don't let Gordon crowd you down," they advised their principal; "put it up against him." "Haven't you got enough at home," Buckley demanded, "without playing around here?"
He shot a startled glance up into the black void above and then burying his face in his arms began to sob like a child. "What's wrong, man?" demanded Bradley. "Buck up! Can't play cry-baby. Waste of energy. What happened?" "Wot 'appened, sir!" wailed Tippet. "Oh, Gord, sir! Hit came back. Hit came for me, sir. Right hit did, sir; strite hat me, sir; hand with long w'ite 'ands it clawed for me.
'My Gord, Carnehan, says Daniel, 'this is a tremenjus business, and we've got the whole country as far as it's worth having. I am the son of Alexander by Queen Semiramis, and you're my younger brother and a God too! It's the biggest thing we've ever seen.
Dey married quiet, wid a broomstick, an' de nex' Sunday walked in chu'ch together, took de same pew, an' he turned her pages mannerly for her an' dat's de ladylikest behavior Silvy ever been guilty of in her life, I reckon. She an' him can't nair one of 'em read, but dey sets still an' holds de book an' turns de pages an' Gord Hisself couldn't ax no mo' for chu'ch behavior.
When he reached the door of the boy's room, he saw two empty trunks, the clothes that had been in them tossed in a whirlwind over bed and chair and floor, and Gray hanging out of the window and shouting to a servant: "Come up here, Tom, and help put my things back I'm not going away." A joyous whoop from below answered: "Yassuh, yassuh; my Gord, but I IS glad. Why, de colonel "
Now it is my duty, as District Solicitor, to discover and prosecute the person who killed your master, and you ought to render me every possible assistance. Any unwillingness to give your testimony, or surrender the articles found, will cast suspicion on you, and I should be sorry to have you arrested." "Fore Gord, Marse Alfred, I " "Own up, husband. You did find a hankchef.
At the gate of her farm she walked straight in, as if he were not there. He watched her disappear. Then he turned on his heel, cursing silently, puzzled, lifting off his cap to scratch his head. That night, when they were in bed, he remarked: 'Say, Joe, boy; strikes me you're well-off without Monkey nuts. Gord love us, beans ain't in it. So they slept in amity.
She'll explain it all to you." Travers and I moved over to the cot her hand scarcely indicated. "Well, your daughter looks pretty comfortable this afternoon, in spite of the little fuss," Travers began, tentatively. "Yus, she's a bit tidy, thanky," the mother answered, smoothing her soiled black gown, grown green with long service. "She'll git on naow, please Gord. But Joe most did for 'er."
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