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It's true, she's as poor's a sang-maker and as hard's a kirk, and tipper-taipers when she taks the gate, first like a lady's gentlewoman in a minuwae, or a hen on a het girdle; but she's a yauld, poutherie Girran for a' that, and has a stomack like Willie Stalker's meere that wad hae disgeested tumbler-wheels, for she'll whip me aff her five stimparts o' the best aits at a down-sittin and ne'er fash her thumb.
"At las' I got tired of bein' cuffed an' knocked round, an' den I yearde dat if our people, any of dem, got to de Fedral lines dey was free, so I said, 'Cum, 'Bijah, freedom's wuth tryin' for'; an' one dark night I did up some hoe-cake an' a piece of pork an' started. I trabbeled hard's I could all night, 'bout fifteen mile, I reckon, an' den as 'twas gittin' toward mornin' I hid away in a swamp.
Hard's friend; the widow woman that lives down South. Upon my word, Tom Johnson, I do believe that's the woman and the trouble that the ouija meant and I thought all the time it was talking about Polly Street!" "Dunno, I'm sure. Where's Cochise?" "Gone down to the corral." "Guess I'd better go down and give him the once over. They've probably rode him to death between 'em.
Hard how they were situated, mentioning that the failure of their lawyer to sell the stock had suddenly placed them in this crippled condition. Mr. Hard's eyes grew more pebbly as he listened. He ventured in a constrained voice as consolation: "That he never had much faith in stocks No, he had no employment for ladies in connection with his store. He simply bought and sold at a small advance.
If dat's what you calls plo plotummik lub lub away, my boy, as hard's you kin. Same time, I's not kite so sure dat she's too young to hub. An' t'ings ain't allers as hopeless as dey seems. But now, what's dis you bin do here? My! How pritty. Oh! das real bootiful. But what's you got in de ceiling de sun, eh?" He pointed to the dab of crimson-lake.
Nights are cold here," and Mrs. Van hurried away. Polly called after her. "Well?" she said, reappearing in the doorway. "Is this Bob's room, Mrs. Van Zandt?" the girl asked. "No, it's Mr. Hard's, but you needn't worry about him. He'll be quite comfortable at the other house." "I was wondering " Polly blushed.
That I wull no tak in han'," said Jeames Gentle. "It's no that," returned Malcolm. "It's naething freely sae hard's that, I'm thinkin'. The hard 'll be to believe what I'm gaein' to tell ye." "Ye'll no be gaein' to set up for a proaphet?" said Girnel, with something approaching a sneer. Girnel was the one who came down behind the rest. "Na, na; naething like it," said Blue Peter.
"Why, didn't Scott tell you?" demanded Hard, with sudden anxiety. "I ain't seen Scott sence you all went off together," said Tom, puzzled. "Hold on! Do you mean to say that they haven't shown up yet? Scott and the girl?" "Well, I left Athens yestiddy morning. You see, I walked to Conejo and picked up Mendoza and his car." "You walked to Conejo!" Hard's voice was awed. "'Twa'n't much.
"I don't like leaving you here, Pachuca," said Scott, as he threw open the door of Hard's office. "It's not my idea of entertaining the aristocracy, but it's the best I can do for a gentleman of your peculiar habits." "What is your idea?" remarked Pachuca, surveying the small room nonchalantly. "Don't you think it would be more practical to let me go? I can't do any more harm to-day, you know."
He was one of the upper graduates of Pushton street-corners, and having spent an idle, vicious boyhood, truant half the time from school, had now arrived at the dignity of clerk in a store, that thrived feebly on the scattering trade that filtered through and past Mr. Hard's larger establishment.
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