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Green raised makes such a thing impossible. Now, I want to tell you something. "I belong in Freekirk Head, and you have all known me since I was little. Hard-luck Jim Mallaby belonged in Freekirk Head and made his money out of the island.
He was one of those men whom you instinctively label in your mind as 'strong'. He was so healthy, so fit, and had such a confident, yet sympathetic, look about him that you felt directly you saw him that here was the one person you would have selected as the recipient of that hard-luck story of yours. You felt that his kindly strength would have been something to lean on.
The young man had been altogether too easy and generous in fixing salaries, granting promotions and increases, and in giving positions to those who applied. He was really a splendid young fellow, with a sympathetic heart and a generous hand, and it was very difficult for him to turn away anyone who could tell an artistic hard-luck story.
And what with a deal in some Mexican cattle that didn't turn out well, and some other business troubles that I never quite understood, we were just about finished when we closed out." She let her eyes meet mine for an instant, and they were smiling, making light of it all. Most women, I thought, would have had a good cry, or at least pulled a long face, over a hard-luck story like that.
I was savage a moment, because you refused to believe me and why should you believe me after all?" G. Selden hesitated. He liked the fellow anyhow. "You said you were up against it that was it. And and I've seen chaps down on their luck often enough. Good Lord, the hard-luck stories I hear every day of my life. And they get a sort of look about the eyes and mouth. I hate to see it on any fellow.
The long whip-lash hissed out, the dogs sprang against the breast bands, and the sled lurched and jerked ahead. "Oh, I say, Corry," Pentfield called back, "you'd better occupy the old cabin. It's not been used for some time. I've built a new one on the hill." This being a story and a truer one than it may appear of a mining country, it is quite to be expected that it will be a hard-luck story.
Along comes a corporation, steals my water for irrigation and my land went back to desert.... So I quit working and trying to be honest. It doesn't pay. The rich men are getting all the richer at the expense of the poor. So now I'm a tramp." "Friend, that's a hard-luck story," said Kurt.
Well, they took him to the hospital and this afternoon he hadn't got more sense than to send a message over here." Mr. Baruch nodded. "Ah, to Miss Pilgrim, yes? because of her very kind treatment." Selby caught his glasses as they fell. "Huh!" he sneered malevolently. "You'd have to be a hobo before you'd get kindness from her. Hard-luck stories is the only kind she believes. 'I'll have to go, Mr.
He winced perceptibly, but his coarse instincts rallied to his help and again he began to bully: "Spare me the usual hard-luck story of the deceived young woman trying to make an honest living. If you insist on drudging, it's your own fault.
On the other hand an' futher, if your mission's a peaceful one, you're welcome aboard the Maggie. I may have a temper an' say things that sounds mighty harsh when I'm het up, but in my calmer moments my natural inclination is to be a sport." "Scraggsy, old hard-luck," Mr. Gibney boomed, "we won so we can afford to be generous in victory.
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