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Even if the war were to finish next week and Tom were to come back, it would take him years, even if he had good luck, to make five pound a week, while Harry's making a thousand a year if he's making a penny." "Ay, I know," replied Mrs. Lister, "but you can never judge a lass's heart.
"I'll tell you...." began the hunter. And the rancher threw up his hands in a mockery that was furious, yet with outward shrinking. "Just now, when Buster Jack fought with Collie, he meant bad by her!" "Aw, no!... He was jest rude tryin' to be masterful.... An' the lass's like a wild filly. She needs a tamin' down."
"It is hardly probable that unattached small boats should be drifting about these seas," said Captain Parkinson, thoughtfully. "If she's a dory, she's the Laughing Lass's boat." "That's what she is," said Barnett. "You can see her build plain enough now." "Mr. Barnett, will you go aloft and keep me posted?" said the captain. The executive officer climbed to join the lookout.
'They had best take care of her, said one of the oldest of the good ladies; 'Phillis comes of a family as is not long-lived. Her mother's sister, Lydia Green, her own aunt as was, died of a decline just when she was about this lass's age. This ill-omened talk was broken in upon by the coming out of the minister, his wife and daughter, and the consequent interchange of Christmas compliments.
And there were the horses, rugging at the hedge where I had tethered them; and Chieftain on his feet, shaky and foam-flecked, and trembling at his knees; and the gipsy lass's wean greetin' at the hedge foot, with one wee bare arm clear of the shawl, seeming to beckon all the world to its aid. And Belle the gipsy lass lifted the child and wrapped her in the shawl, and took the road in front of us.
Least ways, I've no time now, for I'm off to Laceham. See here now," Bob went on, becoming rapid again, and holding up a scarlet woollen Kerchief with an embroidered wreath in the corner; "here's a thing to make a lass's mouth water, an' on'y two shillin' an' why? Why, 'cause there's a bit of a moth-hole 'i this plain end.
"Up with her!" roared Pete, and up she went, a great concave hollow of white like the half of a pear. The Lass's head went down, and now, instead of attempting to go over the waves, she went through them without argument. Tons of divided water crashed down upon her decks and roared off over the rails, the men at the wheel were never less than knee-deep.
But when I reached the linden, and, leaning my back against it, went on playing gay waltzes, a whisper went round among the groups of young people to the right and left; the lads laid aside their pipes, each put his arm around his lass's waist, and in the twinkling of an eye the young folk were all waltzing around me; the dogs barked, skirts and coat-tails fluttered, and the children stood around me in a circle gazing curiously into my face and at my briskly-moving fingers.
Some movement on the part of Hardenberg as I afterward found out had aroused me. But I lay inert for a long minute trying to find out why I was not in my own bed, in my own home, and to account for the rushing, rippling sound of the tide eddies sucking and chuckling around the Lass's rudder-post. Then I became aware that Hardenberg was awake.
They did not see, a mile away, a schooner without lights gently rising and falling on the oily sea. "Who is that?" demanded one man, but he received no answer except "A friend," and the boat continued its stealthy approach. It drew alongside the ladder in the waist, and the man in the stern-sheets rose. Kent of the Lass's crew leaned over the side and threw the light of his lantern upon the man.
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