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Come out with it quick!" "It is that my rifle and belt have gone from under the bunk," Blood River Jack answered. "They were taken while I slept. The boy did not come to dinner in the grub-shack. Is it that he eats to-day with his people?" "Good Lord! I don't know! Haven't you seen him, Daddy?" "Not since mebbe it's noine o'clock in th' marnin', an' he wint to th' bunk-house.
"Rest easy in yer mind, cook," I zed; "Roger is toughish, an' he'll see thet the honour o' the old county is well show'd out and kep' up." Cook wished me a pleasant holiday. I started early on Monday marnin', 'tarmined to see as much as possible. I wur to walk into Cizzeter, an' vram thur goo by train to Lunnon. I wur delighted wi' Cizzeter.
Everything is keen and hard upon the eye to-day; the sky is full of rain and the sea is a wild harmony in gray and silver." "Iss, the cleeves be callin' this marnin'. 'Tis a sort o' whisper as comes to a body's ear, an' it means that the high hills knaws the rain is nigh. An' they tell it wan to t'other, and moans it mournful over the valleys 'pon the wind.
Haskell in sepulchral tones, "I shouldn't wonder but what she be a-goin' up to Susan's to pick out poor Abel's things." "Dear, do you raly think so?" gasped Betty, almost dropping her basket in her horror. "Why the noos of him bein' killed only come this marnin'." "I d' 'low she be a-goin' there," repeated Mrs. Haskell emphatically.
She's got a face that'd make ye want to lift the chorals an' the antiphones to her every marnin'. She's got the figure of one that was never to grow up, an' there she is the wedded wife of that crocodile great-grandfather. "Aw, I know all about it, Mr. Burlingame, y'r anner. How do I know? Didn't Michael Turley tell me before he died what sort o' man his cousin was?
Thus adjured, another individual appeared: a somewhat flaccid-looking individual, with colorless hair and eyes, one who seemed to exhale an air of apology, as it were, from the hobnailed boot upon the floor to the grimy forefinger that touched the strawlike hair in salutation. "Marnin', Peter!" said Old Amos, "this yere is Dutton."
Her tears were dry, though her voice was unsteady and her eyelids red. "Gude mornin', Mr. Chown," she said. "Marnin', ma'am. Let us pass, if you please." "Are you coming in? Why?" "Us caan't bide no more, an' us caan't give no more reasons. The Law ban't 'spected to give reasons for its deeds, an' us won't be bamboozled an' put off a minute longer," answered Chown grimly.
He'd chase the pig the crathur! till it'd be all ribs like an ould umbrilla with the fright, an' as thin as a greyhound with the runnin' by the marnin; he'd addle the eggs so the cocks an' hens wouldn't know what they wis afther wid the chickens comin' out wid two heads on them, an' twinty-seven legs fore and aft.
"Nothin' to be done till the marnin'," echoed Spruce with a sigh, catching these words by happy chance; "All the same, she's a fine young lady, and 'er orders is to be obeyed. She ain't a bit like what I expected her to be."
"Sure enough away I goes i' the marnin' to Doctor Offley. `Doctor, says I, howldin' out the bottle, `we all think our colds are much the better o' this here midcine, an' I comed, av ye plaze, for another o' the same.
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