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And the way his ribs sticks out and just feel them muscles on the point of his shoulder Oh, Jud, he would of made a prime wrestler, this fine bird of ours!" "It's like touchin' somethin' dead, granddad," said the boy. "I don't dast to do it!" "Jud, they's some times when I just about want to give you up! Dead? He ain't nowheres near dead. Just bled a bit, that's all.
"Say," said Eddie after a moment's silence, "if you get out o' here an' ever go back to the States promise me you'll look up maw and paw an' tell 'em I was comin' home to stay. Tell 'em I died decent, too, will you died like paw was always a-tellin' me my granddad died, fightin' Injuns 'round Fort Dodge somewheres." "Sure," said Billy; "I'll tell 'em. Gee!
The old lady took them from her and disappeared into the kitchen. "Ruth Ruth!" said a somewhat querulous but very deep voice which evidently issued from the parlor. "Yes, granddad; coming in a moment or two," Ruth replied. She ran up the tiny stairs, and entered her own little bedroom, which was so wee that she could scarcely turn round in it, but was extremely neat.
The other generals, however, understood it and, leaving aside the question of Moscow, spoke of the direction the army should take in its retreat. Malasha, who kept her eyes fixed on what was going on before her, understood the meaning of the council differently. It seemed to her that it was only a personal struggle between "Granddad" and "Long-coat" as she termed Bennigsen.
'Twa'n't his, nor any other darned 'Come-Outer's. It don't pay me for my trouble, nor it don't make me square with the gang. I gen'rally git even sometime or 'nother, and I'll git square now. When that girl come here, swellin' 'round and puttin' on airs, I see my chance, and told her to pay up or her granddad would be shoved into Ostable jail. That give her the jumps, I tell you!"
"Hurry up, Granddad!" he added impatiently. The old gentleman put his hand to his head, and then rubbed his eyes. "Bustle up," cried the boy, with a laugh, "or else I'll run my fist in your pocket and help myself." "Indeed, you won't," declared the old gentleman, now thoroughly awake. "Ha! Ha!" laughed the boy. "You see if I won't, Granddad."
In the dull old brain, God knows what spark of life had been relighted. Young Mrs. Doby related with chuckles that granddad had begged that his chair might be dragged to the window, that he might sit and watch the village street. Sitting there, day after day, he smoked and looked at his pictures, and dozed and dreamed, his pipe and tobacco jar beside him on the window ledge.
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