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He was, therefore, positively certain that some day she would come along the old footpath to the gate in the orchard wall, open it with her duplicate key, walk to the arbour and sit down, and smile at the magpie's ways. The woodwork of the arbour had of course decayed long since, but it had been carefully replaced, so that it appeared exactly the same as when she last sat within it.
Now they are quite close to us, we must stand back to give them room. Chrysanthème all at once assumes a suitable air of gravity, and Yves bares his head, taking off the magpie's nest. Yes, it is true, it is death that is passing by! I had almost lost sight of the fact, so little does this recall it.
But, as I said just now, the magpie's chattering stories unsettled her; she thought it would be so charming to dine upon bits of roast chicken, and have buttered crumpets for breakfast, and fine cushions to lie upon, like the countess's cat.
'If thou hadst remembered how I thatched the byre, thou wouldst have given me my share, cooed the golden pigeon again; and as he spoke three more grains fell, and for the third time they were eaten by the silver pigeon. 'If thou hadst remembered how I got the magpie's nest, thou wouldst have given me my share, cooed the golden pigeon.
Jimmie Dale made his way to the chair, and sat down and again he nodded his head grimly. It was very simple; he had only to wait, and this place, this burrow of the Magpie's, could not have been improved upon for his purpose. It was eminently suitable, so suitable that there seemed something ironical in the fact that it should have been the Magpie who had chosen it.
Three other grains fall, and the silver pigeon sprung, and ate that up. "If you remembered when I harried the magpie's nest, you would not eat that without giving me my share," says the golden pigeon; "I lost my little finger bringing it down, and I want it still." The king's son minded, and he knew who it was that was before him.
"You you " The Magpie's flashlight, as he shifted it from his right hand to his left and wrenched out his revolver, had fallen upon two men crouched close against the wall by the library door and he screamed out in an access of fury. "De double cross! A plant! De bulls! You damned snitch, Larry!" screamed out the Magpie and fired. The bullet tore into the carpet beside Jimmie Dale.
He was here to-night to get the Magpie, and nothing should interfere with that. Nothing! He and the Magpie would square accounts to-night and square them once for all! Not alone here in the Magpie's den eh? His flashlight streamed out, and began slowly and deliberately to circle the room.
And it was not like him to have an attack of nerves and especially in view of the fact that his plan, in the simplicity of its execution did not even warrant anxiety for its success. He had only to remain quiet until the Magpie entered and turned on the light, then clap his automatic to the Magpie's head the psychology of fear would do the rest. And yet what was it?
"Well, Magpie's mine," said Bud, not giving the other a chance to speak first. "Sorry for your sake that you lost, Cap, but the fortunes of racing often turn unexpectedly, eh?" "You haven't won," said the old man excitedly. "Oh, I reckon we won, all right," answered Bud lazily, although there was an ugly gleam in his eye. "No, sir, you didn't win fair. Thar wuz a foul at ther start.
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