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Jeffries is our clergyman, you know, Colonel Quaritch and Dr. Bass and the two Miss Smiths, one of whom he is supposed to be in love with, and Mr. and Mrs. Quest, and Mr. Edward Cossey, and a few more." "Mr.
"Thet one thar is sore hurted it's a damn shame." "Thar's Teddy poor laddie! Luck go with yer, Teddy." "Ter hell with Black Jeffries, say I!" "Hush, mon, er ye'll be next ter go no, I don't know who sed it." "See thet little chap, Joe; lots ther lad bed ter do with the war." "They all look mighty peaked poor devils, four months in gaol." "Stand back there now. Stand back!"
Her tone let Susan know that the question had been prompted by Jeffries. "He asked me to dine with him, and I said I would." "Have you got a nice dress dinner dress, I mean?" "The linen one I'm wearing is all. My other dress is for cooler weather." "Then I'll give you one out of stock I mean I'll borrow one for you. This dinner's a house affair, you know to get Gid's order.
"'No, I don't think so, and we seem to have struck it in the lowest spot in sight. I'd give ten years of my life if the 'Duncan McDonald' was over there in that duck pond. "'Captain, said Eli Jeffries, the second mate, 'do you know what I've been thinkin'? I believe that 'ere water we seen is an open passage from the Behring side of the frozen ocean over agin' some of them 'ere Roosian straits.
But Jeffries cut; he was ever "agin the government." He got six. His tunic was clean next week. The House growled and cursed inwardly, but its appearance on parade was very different. Clarke was a man. There is nothing so self-satisfying as to watch trouble from a safe distance. Gordon was thoroughly happy. Mansell cursed heavily every Monday night before the Tuesday parade.
"With your looks they'd wear for a heap more. But keep 'em, anyhow. And I'll not tell Jeffries you've quit. It'll do no harm to hold your job open a day or so." "As you like," said Susan, to end the discussion. "But I have quit." "No matter. After you've had something to eat, you'll feel different." And Miss Hinkle nodded brightly and departed.
When Hocker and Jeffries burst into the mill, followed by Ned and Abner, the conflagration was beyond control. The flames were devouring the planking of the wall with a great roaring and crackling, spreading on each side and to the floor above. The scene was one long to be remembered.
"Well, don't take my head off, Duke. I was sorry to hear you were hurt. And I've been trying to figure out how to make it easier for you to get to and from town while you are getting strong. Jeffries and I both feel there's been a lot of unnecessary hard feeling between the Morgans and the company, and we want to ask you to accept this to show some of it's ended."
It was as Jeffries would have wished.... The Two Cock drew near. There had been a good chance of winning once, but influenza had played havoc with the side. Gordon told them they were going to win, encouraged them, presented a smiling face, but his heart was heavy. He saw another cup going to join the silver regiment on the Buller's sideboard.
They searched the wasteway just as Jeffries and Hocker landed from the boat, pushing Moxley before them, and followed by Bug. The ruffian's hands were already manacled. With the exception of dripping clothes neither of the men seemed the worse for their struggle and subsequent fall. "They were still locked together when we pulled them from the water," said Jeffries.
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