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From under the rims of these thatches came smothered laughs and such unintelligible mutterings as: "Dot's de vay, by chimminy, 'Loney! And den I " "No, begorra! Let me have a crack at him fu'st!" "No, I vill before go and you come " "Not a word to Marny, remimber; he'd give it away " "Yes, but we vill tell Poodfut und Sthebbins, eh?" That afternoon the diabolical plot was put in motion.
"Has anybody been shot?" asked Tom. "I got a bullet scratch on the arm," answered the captain. "And Marny got a few buck-shot in his shoulder. But neither of the hurts amount to anything." "What do you think the mutineers will do next?" "Ransack the house first," said Sam. "Oh, but they are a bad crowd! They came on like a lot of demons." "Of course Baxter was with them."
The whole bundle of Roman candles was popping now. Inconsequent, wholly illogical, utterly indefensible explosions. But only my heart was working. The Sergeant looked at Marny, relaxed the scowl about his eyebrows, and smiled; such "softies" seemed rare to him. "Well, if you're stuck on her and I'm damned if I don't believe you are let me give you a piece of advice.
Then you'd better have someone to look after her. No, you needn't go back and see her" this in answer to a movement I made toward the prison door. "I'll fix everything. Mr. Marny knows me." I thanked the Sergeant, and we started for the air outside something we could breathe, something with a sky overhead and the dear earth underfoot, something the sun warmed and the free wind cooled.
Pudfut held on, and so did Schonholz and Malone, and then the four slipped behind a pile of oil barrels and concentrated their slouch hats and Schonholz slapped his thigh and said with a smothered laugh that it was "sphlendeed!" and Malone and Pudfut agreed, and then the three locked arms and went singing up the street, their eyes on Joplin's pipe-stem legs as he trotted beside Marny on his way to the inn.
"And when it comes to fightin' ye kin count on me every " "Dry up!" broke in Marny. "You're way off, Malone. No, Joppy, not a man here will open his head: say the rest." "Well, then, listen," continued the Bostonian.
"Yes, Marny, I'm sorry to say it, but the fact is you eat too much and you eat the wrong things.
Juliette Marny, but lately come to England, saved from under the very knife of the guillotine, by a timely and daring rescue, could scarcely believe as yet that she and the man she loved were really out of danger. "There is Monsieur Deroulede," said Marguerite after a slight pause, giving the young girl time to recover herself and pointing to a group of men close by.
"Mirepoix was always a braggart," he said lightly, as he laid his head upon the block. "Who'll take my bet that my blood turns out to be bluer than his?" But of all these comedies, these tragico-farces of later years, none who were present on that night, when the Vicomte de Marny fought Paul Deroulede, had as yet any presentiment.
"We are God's slaves," said Mark, in a low voice, and then there was silence between them for the space of half an hour. The door opened and a shrill voice cried out, "There's Tom Turner at the door asking for Father Mark," and the door was banged to again. Tom Turner was the very flower of Mark's converts to a good life. Father Marny groaned at the name. "Let me see him," he said.
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