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Spruce raised her fat hands with a gesture of dismay. "Lor' bless the man!" she exclaimed; "D'ye think we're goin' to worrit Miss Vancourt with the likes o' that the very first evenin' she's set foot in 'er own 'ouse? Why, we dussn't! An' that there great dog Plato lyin' on guard outside 'er door! I've 'ad enough to- day with peacocks' feathers, let alone the Five Sisters!
I guess she had same reason for shootin' MacDonal' as any other woman in her place would o' had," and he looked up well pleased with himself at the roomful. For a moment, there was deadly heavy silence; then the hum of the crowd on the steps pouring the word out to those in the street. "Ye lyin' scut ! Ye filthy cess pool o' dirt an' falsehood!"
"No, 'tisn't," replied the other, "anything about us! What 'ud it be about us for? 'Tis a lyin' report that some cunnin' knave spread, hopin' to find out the guilty.
An' all the time it was a dirty little out-lyin' uninhabited island. We walked round it in a day, an' come back to our boat lyin' on the beach. A whole day Boy Niven kept us walkin' in circles lookin' for 'is uncle's farm! He said his uncle was compelled by the law of the land to give us a farm!" "Don't get hot, Pritch. We believed," said Pyecroft. "He'd been readin' books.
Yo'd nowt' to do wi' it, 'cept lookin' on 'bout what yo're fit for." "I tell yo'," David pursued stubbornly, "an it had not bin for me yo' wouldn't have no sister by noo. She'd be lyin', she would, pore little lass, cold as ice, pore mite, wi' no breath in her. An' when yo' dad coom home there'd be no Wee Anne to rin to him, and climb on his knee, and yammer to him, and beat his face.
It will not hurt you, but it will lift me out of hell." Murphy's eyes were cunning, treacherously shifting under the thatch of his heavy brows; he was like an old rat seeking for any hole of refuge. "Well maybe I might. Anyhow, I'll go on with ye. Kin I sit up? I 'm dog tired lyin' yere." "Unbuckle your belt, and throw that over first." "I'm damned if I will. Not in no Injun country."
"So Purdy ain't dead," he muttered, "or was that damned fool lyin'? I reckon he wasn't lyin' about that, an' the grand jury, an' the district attorney." Again he smiled. "Let's see how I stack up, now: In the first place, Win ain't on the run, an' I am or I'm supposed to be.
Ye canna objec' to that, surely, for I'll be your prisoner as muckle as you'll be mine and that'll be fair play, for we'll leave the swurd lyin' on the brae to keep the bit stick company." "Well, I agree to that," said Wallace, in a tone that indicated surprise with a dash of amusement. "An' ye promise no' to try to get away when you're tied to when I'm tied to you?" "I promise."
If you're tryin' to mix Jimmy Brunell up in any new case you're dead wrong; he's out of the game for good. As for Charley, he wouldn't know enough to pick up a pocket-book if he saw one lyin' on the sidewalk, unless he was told to!" "Well, I may as well warn both of you that you're watched, and if you try to make a get-away, you'll be taken up and it won't be on suspicion, either.
He spoke a few words rather more distinctly than before. "I couldn't have talked this way to you, Billy, even if I'd heard people lyin' 'bout you. But jus' soon's I can s-stand up I'll break your neck don' f'get it." I did feel a little ashamed then. But it was to save Tom. In the morning, when I explained it, we would have a good laugh over it together.
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