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He seemed to fear they would vanish, if he moved too suddenly vanish as the figment of some dream. "Poor fellow," murmured Cora. "Speak to him, Jack. Say something." "I'm afraid of' frightening him more. Wait until he wakes up a bit." "He does act like some one just disturbed from a sleep," spoke Walter. "Maybe you girls " "Oh, we're not afraid," put in Bess, quickly.
There is no especial ceremony, no great service, such as we are accustomed to on our festivals. Only there will be many offerings; there will be a procession, maybe, with offerings to the pagoda, with offerings to the monks; there will be much gold-leaf spread upon the pagoda sides; there will be many people kneeling there that is all.
"I stand to lose as much as any man here, but shooting one or two men who are doing what they are paid to do won't help us. You all know that." "That's so," Casey admitted. "That's the last thing we can afford to do." "Well, maybe you boys are right," said the old man reluctantly. "Maybe I ain't up to date. But what you goin' to do? You got to do somethin'." "Yes," said Wyndham.
"Well, maybe we'll 'ave a try to-morrow," she conceded after a while. "But business is business. We must get back to Stratford an' consult Sam Bossom. And then there's a letter to be written to 'Ucks. I promised 'im, you know."
And, after all, maybe it would be better if you come with me to the court-house. I want you at least to meet Mr. Harkness. I will attend to everything for you; you can rejoin Helen and Mr. Howard. And I think he will understand if you suggest that he stay with Helen at the hotel while you ride down to the post office to mail a letter, let's say.
There's Fitz up there now, chinning with him, and I bet Fitz don't know much more of his game than you and me. He takes his orders just like we do." "That's right. We ain't hired to think. Not in this ship," agreed Chips. "Do you think, Roy, that Beulah that she jumped herself?" The lady's voice was trembling. "I don't know, dear. I think maybe she did.
"The year may do her good, as you say, father as well as the rest of us," he added, with modesty. "There's a lot of things she can do, just the same," Jeff fired up, instantly "things the rest of us are perfect noodles at. When she gets to earning more money in a day than the rest of us can in a month maybe we'll let up on that second-fiddle business."
The dress I wear and the apparatus I work seem to me as near perfection as may be, but I've lived too long in this world to suppose nobody can improve on 'em. I've heard men who go down in the dresses of other makers praise 'em just as much as I do mine, an' maybe with as good reason. I believe 'em all to be serviceable.
And these things were for relaxation, though maybe they served as a reminder of the dervishes' brutal rule. There were vexations and jokes of another sort for Major Girouard and those held tightly responsible for the rapid construction and regular running of the material trains, as indeed all trains were.
Those little things were of more consequence than we supposed. So he goes on, harassing about the way to prosperity, and losing it. With a long head, but somewhat a wrong one, harum-scarum. Why does not his guardian angel look to him? He deserves one, maybe he has tired him out. I am tired with this long scrawl; but I thought in your exile you might like a letter.
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