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"I find the light spade handier to carry," explained Nicky-Nan in some haste. "But you haven't answered my question." "Well, if you must know, I'm kissin' goodnight to 'Bert here. They've started him upon coast-watchin', and he's given this beat till ten-thirty, from the watch-house half-way to the Cove. I shouldn' wonder if he broke his neck."
Arrived outside the Silver Dollar, Harley P. immediately found himself greatly in demand. Borax O'Rourke, having told all he knew, which was little enough, and aching to supply further details, was the first man to accost him. "Well, Hennage," he began, "what's the latest? Any more kissin' goin' on?" Mr. Hennage's baleful eyes scouted the mule-skinner's person for evidence of hardware.
There was a pretty row. "Look here, sir," says she, "at the conduck of your precious trull of a daughter alone with this man, kissin and dandlin, and Lawd knows what besides." "What, he?" cries Miss Betsy "he in love with Mary.
Lizzie, my wife, had always been powerful friendly with Marthy, Bill's wife; them two girls never met up but what they wuz huggin' an' kissin' an' carryin' on, like girls does; for women ain't like men they can't control theirselves an' their feelin's, like the stronger sext does.
I know," here M'Ginnis seemed to choke again, "I know of you an' him kissin' an' cuddlin' oh, I've kept tabs on ye " "Yes," she said gently, "I saw your spy at work." "But y' can't deny it. Y' don't deny it! Say, what kind o' girl are you?" "The kind that doesn't fear men like you." "But y' can't deny meetin' him," he repeated, his hoarse voice quivering; "you don't deny kissin' him in a wood!
And you WILL have that talk with your grandpa?" "Yes, I will." "Oh, I'm SO glad! There! Good night. I come pretty nigh kissin' you then and for a woman that's been engaged to be married for upwards of eighteen years that's a nice way to act, ain't it! Good night, good night." She hurried out of the room. Albert sat down again in his chair by the window.
Well, Madam stopped an' took you out o' my arms, an' hugged you to her breast an' then she geet agate o' kissin' you your head an' your little 'ands. An' you was jumpin' an' crowin' in her arms the wind had blown your cap off, an' your little downy black hair was standing back.
Then I waits an hour, an' out she comes with the little kids, kissin' 'em, an' the biggest little kid arsks 'er 'er nime! If she didn't know 'im, why did she kiss 'im? An' before we'd got to the corner out comes the lean 'un, lookin' like a bloomin' corpse. Something must 'ave 'appened in that old 'ouse, an' I'll keep a lookout in the People and see wot it was.
To pot wi' kissin'! An' then she said she was afraid her mither wud be waitin' the ham an' egg supper for her, so she wud need to run, an' she was vexed she couldna meet me again because she had been hearin' I was a terrible bad character. An' then, takin' advantage o' ma surprise, she done a bunk. . . . An' if ever I ha'e ony mair truck wi' weemen, may I be
Such a girl can't keep men from handlin' her and kissin' her. Maybe she's too free. Maybe she's wild. But she's honest, Jean. You can trust a woman to tell. When she rode past me that day her face was white and proud. She was a Jorth and I was an Isbel. She hated herself she hated me. But no bad girl could look like that. She knows what's said of her all around the valley. But she doesn't care.
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