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For a time he was silent and laid his heavy hand gently on her shoulder. "I did not ventur' to speak to her," he continued, "an' indeed it would have been of no use, for she was past hearin'. A few minutes later and her gentle spirit went up to God.
"Ye do look tuckered," remarked Mrs. Hodgkins, "but hearin' the things I've got ter tell will interest ye, an' make ye feel reel perky. Ye needn't feel ye've got ter talk, fer I kin talk 'nough fer two. "When I started aout this morning, the fust pusson I see was Janie Clifton, an' what on airth do ye think she's been up to?"
I don't pretend nothin'. Can't blame a man for never hearin' of the name, can you?" "Mister," she said, turning to me, "please don't pay any attention to him. He'd pester me nearly to death if I'd let him. But come, Guinea, we must stir about and get something to eat."
"I shouldn't covet livin' long o' neither one o' them women," responded the passenger with some spirit. "I see some o' Mis' Peak's cookin' to a farmers' supper once, when I was visitin' Susan Ellen's folks, an' I says 'Deliver me from sech pale-complected baked beans as them! and she give a kind of a quack. She was settin' jest at my left hand, and couldn't help hearin' of me.
And you're to have it again all safe when done with." "Yes. Can you trust Jane not to go talking about it?" "I think I can. I ought to, anyhow. But she can't know anythink in the letter now, Mr Weir." I know that; but Marshmallows is a talkin' place. And poor Kate ain't right out o' hearin' yet. You'll come and see her buried to-morrow, won't ye, Old Rogers?" "I will, Thomas.
I'd sharpened my axe good, I can tell you, and it didn't take me long to cut through twenty more rings, and there, sure enough, was the blaze; and if ever you see a blue-lookin' man, that man was McKellop; for as soon as old Peter see the blaze he recollected hearin' his father tell about the survey; he recollected it particular because the old man was a good judge of apple-jack, and he'd said that my father'd gi'n him some of the best, that day the survey was made, that he'd ever tasted.
"Well, I'm doggoned," the little man remarked, "I'd orter thought er thet. This yere's Delisleville, 'n' I reckerlect hearin' when fust he come to Hamlin thet he was some kin to some big bugs down ter D'lisleville, 'n' his father was a Jedge doggoned ef I didn't!" Rupert De Willoughby was lying upon the grass in the garden under the shade of a tree.
He hates Cap'n Shad worse'n pizen, you know. 'Hello, Isaiah! he says to me, he says. 'Is that you? he says. 'Course it's me, says I. Who'd you think 'twas? 'I didn't know but it might be the sheriff, he says. 'I understand he's settin' round nowadays just a-waitin'. And Zoeth was right within hearin', too!" "Oh!" exclaimed Mary indignantly. "Yup, that's what he said," went on Isaiah.
He was lookin' level into them steady eyes, hearin' that husky, even voice, and watchin' that calm, rugged face that had so much strength behind it. A party to depend on, to tie to. Anyway, something of the kind got him, got him hard. "By George!" says he. "I I wish I could!" And with that he gives Hunk the grip, quick and impulsive. Which was when I developed this foolish idea.
Look out fur me! It wuz a cannon shot, Major, an' it's a cannon shot that I've been hearin' now, once, twice, an' now three times, an' it's sayin' jest ez it did years an' years ago, 'Look out fur me! Look out fur me! Look out! Look out! an' it's a-sayin' to me at the same time that the fleet's a-comin'." "Do you really think so?" exclaimed the Major joyfully.
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