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I forgot this creek was here, and there is no bridge nearer than a mile. What shall we do? See there is a light in Higgins's house over there. Isn't it disgusting? I could sit down and cry," she wailed. In the distance a dog was heard barking fiercely, but they did not recognize the voice of Swallow. A new trouble confronted them. "Don't do that," he said resignedly.
"Uncle Shad, what are you talking about? Cruise in the best water?" "That's what I said. You ought to mix with the best folks and get a fine education and meet somebody besides drummers and and Sol Higgins's son. Selling coffins may be a good job, I don't say 'tain't; somebody's got to do it and we'll all have to invest in that kind of er furniture sometime or 'nother.
He went into the studio and took up his pose; and as he stood on the model throne, conspicuous, glaring, the one startling central object, Higgins's "How beastly!" came like a material echo and smote him in the face. He felt like Adam when he first proceeded to his primitive tailoring. A wave of shame ran through him.
"Yes." "Sit down." "Thankee.... Come to do a mite of business with you. Interested in pulp, hain't you. Quite consid'able interested?" "Very much." "Know the Higgins's Bridge Pulp Company?" "Of course. Understand they're in difficulties." "In some, and goin' to be in more. That's why I come down."
His burly arm sent her scuttling toward the trap-door; and a second later she was below, bruised from the fall and half fainting with disappointment and despair. Brief as the glimpse had been, she was positive she recognised two faces in the crowd of men Anderson Crow's and Ed Higgins's.
But that's maybe been a hasty judgment; and work's work to such as me. So, measter, I'll come; and what's more, I thank yo'; and that's a deal fro' me, said he, more frankly, suddenly turning round and facing Mr. Thornton fully for the first time. 'And this is a deal from me, said Mr. Thornton, giving Higgins's hand a good grip.
If it happens to be a big road, and the president is a power in it, why, then he may do it." "I see," said Montague. "That was Higgins's trick," said the Major. "Higgins used to go around making speeches to Sunday schools; he was the kind of man that the newspapers like to refer to as a model citizen and a leader of enterprise.
Early in November he went to his bank and drew from deposit two hundred and fifty dollars.... Then he went to call on Bones. "Mr. Bones," he said, "folks says old Clayt Mosier's a client of your'n." "He's given me some business, Mr. Baines." "Uh-huh!... Somethin' to do with title to a piece of timber over Higgins's Bridge way, wa'n't it?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Baines, but I guess you'll have to ask Mr.
Hale got hold of Higgins's hand and shook it heartily, without speaking. Higgins looked awkward and ashamed. 'Theer, theer, master! Theer's ne'er a man, to call a man, amongst us, but what would do th' same; ay, and better too; for, belie' me, I'se ne'er got a stroke o' work, nor yet a sight of any.
Higgins's "general store," was Olive Edwards, the widow whose home was to be pulled down as soon as the "Colonial" reached its destination. She came out of the store and started up Main Street. Suddenly, and as if obeying an involuntary impulse, she turned her head. Her eyes met those of Captain Sol Berry, the depot master. For a brief instant their glance met, then Mrs. Edwards hurried on.
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