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Her chest was sunken, her shoulders stooped, her whole form corded and knotted with the fight against machinery. Her skin, bronzed and sallow, looked not unlike the hard, fine wood-work of the loom, oiled with constant use. Jud walked in unceremoniously. "What ails you, Samanthy?" he asked, with feigned kindness. "Oh, I dunno, Jud, but I've got a powerful hurtin' in my innards."
"Which is it, doctor dear?" inquired Phil. "This one I am pressing now." "Arrah! don't press so hard, plaze, it's hurtin' me ye are. Shure that's the place where I run me head slap up agin the spanker-boom four days ago. Av that's me bump o' vineration, it wos three times as big an' twice as hard yisterday it wos, indade."
"I want you more than all of 'em put together, Timothy; I want you, and I need you most of all," cried Miss Vilda, with the tears coursing down her withered cheeks; "and if you'll only forgive me for hurtin' your feelin's and makin' you run away, you shall come to the White Farm and be my own boy as long as you live."
"You big sneak, you! Let her go this instant! Aren't you ashamed of yourself, hurtin' her like that?" Zara, caught off her guard, had soon collected herself, and begun to struggle in his grasp like the wild thing she was. But Jake Hoover only laughed, leering at the two girls. He was a tall, lanky, overgrown boy of seventeen, and he was enjoying himself thoroughly.
"After I got her down, we came to terms. I was to take her to McRae's camp and she was to be horsewhipped by him. My arm was hurtin' like sin, and I was thinkin' her only a wild young Injun." "So you took her home?" "And McRae flogged her. You know him. He's Scotch and thorough. It was a sickening business. When he got through, he was white as snow. I felt like a murderer.
It'll be better by-and-by." The great form on the grass stirred impatiently. The shepherd spoke no word. Pete continued, stroking the big head, and talking in low, soothing tones, as one would hush a child, "Pete don't know what's a hurtin' Young Matt, but it'll be alright, some day. It'll sure grow over after awhile. Ain't nothing won't grow over after awhile; 'cause God he says so."
Lupey says as Judy would have took Busby for her own lawyer only they was so afraid of hurtin' each other's reputations, an' now really it's terrible, 'cause Busby says as he don't well see what's to be done about their reputations if the worst comes to the worst, for he's explained as very likely Judy's goin' to need one more man than a husband to get her her divorce. Mrs. Macy says Mrs.
Just the same she wuz dead sot on gettin' him, we all know that, an' she's mad clear through." "Well, I don't see as yer got any call ter rile the gal, just the same," ventured Pete. "Like enough she can't help herself, she can't, and just because she got a temper like a sorrel mare ain't no good reason ter be hurtin' her feelin's."
"Myry air pert," she said, halting in the door. "She air more than that her fingers air lovin' ones. These," and she held up her two brown hands, "would be hurtin' ye, cause I hates ye so." Tessibel and Myra walked away from Ben's hut in silence, up the ragged rocks to the Longman shanty. "Ben were askin' to marry yer, Tess, weren't he?" demanded Myra as they approached the door. Tess nodded.
So my normal occupations often were interrupted by such calls as these: "John's Lize Ann she ain't much; cain't you-uns give her some easin'-powder for that hurtin' in her chist?" "Old Uncle Bobby Tuttle's got a pone come up on his side; looks like he mought drap off, him bein' weak and right narvish and sick with a head-swimmin'."
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