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It'd be like givin' a thief his booty, or a burglar his plunder, and make me his pardner." "You're right there, Pap," assented Si. "You'd jest be settin' him up in business in some other stand. Five hundred dollars'd give him a good start. His hair'll soon grow agin." "The worst of it," sighed Shorty, "is that it ain't good likker. Otherwise it'd be different.
He has his own ideas as to who he wants in the company, and what he says goes. It may be that the color o' your hair'll decide him, mebbe the look in your eyes, mebbe the shape o' your noses. 'Tention! Right dress! Front! Saloot!" Capt. McGillicuddy came down at the head of the company officers of the regiment, and took a comprehensive survey of the squad.
"An' hair'll strangle ye, wretched man, an' may ye never breathe a fine breath after it touches yer proud throat!" Moved by a kind of superstitious horror of the prophecies of the old witch, Waldstricker pushed her roughly aside, seized Tess by the arm and dragged her out of the house.
Curls'll bring yer to yer knees, hair'll make yer heart bleed blood redder'n the sun, an' the leetle man'll jerk 'em tight 'bout yer throat till ye thunder out fer mercy." "Come along," muttered Ebenezer, roughly, to Helen. "If she torments me any more, I fear I'll kill her." His words were not so low but they caught the quick ear of the old woman. "Kill me, yep, kill me, ye proud whelp!
The effect was so altogether charming that her room-mates called a general halt for admiration. "You look like a mixture of Dolly Varden and Sweet Lavender, with a dash of Maid Marian thrown in," decided Verity. "I hope my hair'll keep in curl! There's rather a damp feeling in the air," fluttered Fil anxiously.
And then, with the mortar-board as her inspiration, there flashed into her brain a wonderful thought that was to grow through the coming years; and her lips framed a splendid purpose heard by no mortal ears, save those of the shivering hound and the cropping pony that time was gloriously to fulfil. "And maybe," she added happily, "I'll have 'monia, and my hair'll come in just as curly."
Yer hair'll stand right on end, an' yer blood'll about freeze in yer veins. An' I'll step right up to the side of yer bed, an' look straight into yer eyes, an' hold out me hands " The captain never finished his sentence, for with a bound Martha had left him.
He seemed awful cheerful for a man who'd just been allowed to resign, but who was I to entertain dark doubts? I hired him; I thought you might like the touch of color his hair'll lend to the landscape. It'll be comfortin', too, havin' him around where we can have a look at him any time we take the notion. Don't you think so?"
Then I wish that I'll have a perfectly spliffy position offered to me somewhere which I shall refuse because a tall man with curly yellow hair and soulful, speaking gray eyes has asked me to marry him. Then I'll marry him and have six children and I'll bring them to the mountains to live. Then" she paused for breath "if I'm not asking too much I wish that my hair'll get curly."
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