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There, lyin' on his bunk, was ol' Waters. They spoke to him, but he didn't answer. You see, missy, he couldn't, bein' dead." "Dead!" said Norah, her eyes dilating. Blake nodded. "Stone dead," he said. "They thought at first he'd just died natural, as there was no mark o' violence on 'im, but when they got a doctor to examine 'im he soon found out very different.
Didn't hev no more sabe than to come round yar with sickness in the house and no provision. Thet's what I said: 'Bullen, sez I, 'it's crazy drunk you are, or a fool, sez I, 'to think o' such a thing. 'Staples, I sez, 'be you a man, Staples, and 'spect to raise h-ll under my roof and invalids lyin' round? But they would come, they would.
For near two-and-twenty years, now, this saicret is lyin' hard upon me; but I'll aise my mind, and let justice take it's coorse. Bad I have been, but never so bad as to take my fellow-crature's life." "Well, I'm glad to hear it," said his wife; "an' now I can undherstand you." "And I'm both glad and sorry," exclaimed Sarah; "sorry for the sake of the Daltons.
"I recall," he said, "no conversation with you about running water. That cider must be up in your hair." "Lemuel, my boy," said the jovial Peppers, "the Lord killed Ananias for lyin' an' you don't look strong." "I'm strong enough to keep my mouth shut," snapped Marks. "Fiddle-de-dee," said Peppers, "the Lord has sometimes opened an ass's mouth when He wanted to."
The youth and his friend had said: "Huh!" "Yer lyin' Thompson." "Oh, go t' blazes!" "He never sed it." "Oh, what a lie!" "Huh!" But despite these youthful scoffings and embarrassments, they knew that their faces were deeply flushing from thrills of pleasure. They exchanged a secret glance of joy and congratulation. They speedily forgot many things.
"Well, all I can say," said Young, "is that if they'll put me in th' cab, an' let me run their train for 'em, I'll get it up this grade in no time; an' what's more, I'll just take it down th' other side o' th' divide a-kitin'! What's th' matter with th' Priest Captain, an' only half of 'em have th' sense t' see 't, is that he's just solidly lyin'. He's been lyin' to 'em from away back, I reckon; an' he's lyin' to 'em now; an' he'll keep on lyin' to 'em right smack along till he gets t' th' end of his run.
The dern boys was lyin'. We might jest as well go home." And he would have started for home had not Isaac Porter uttered a fearful groan and staggered back against a swamp reed for support, his horrified eyes glued upon a window in the log house. The reed was inadequate, and Isaac tumbled over backward.
"You're right, Mike," concurred the little man; "I'd rather ride the mare for her than White Moth, or The King, or any of the favorites for their owners." "An' the ould man lyin' there at home on his back, eh, Redpath? He's as good as gold hisself; that's where the girl gets it; not sayin' a word ag'in Mrs. Porter; she don't understand, that's all.
He was all for trompin' 'round by himself, drawin' pictur's on whatever come handy, or lyin' under the trees a-dreamin' the summer days through. In the winter he'd dream afore the wood fire just the same idle way, an' finally he dreamed himself out o' Marsden an' run away to be an artist.
"This room is just as we found it this mornin' when we broke in. Mr. Miller was lyin' on the couch there, the bed in the next room is made up like the maid left it; it hadn't been slept in. He was lyin' on his back with a hole in his temple oh, you saw that. All right. "Well, his arm hung down over the edge of the couch, and the revolver was on the floor where he dropped it.
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