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So in a hurry was he that he nigh pushed some one down who was in front of him. "'Where going? calls I. 'To the States, he says back, and picks up the young person he nigh knocked down." Long Jean, to whom Tom was confiding this, drew near. "Who was the young person?" whispered she, with the fear of Mary McAdam still upon her. "Her face? I did not see her face."
If you don't stand by me and swear to do it here and now, it's not another drink one of you shall get in my place till after things are settled." This was going farther than Mary McAdam had ever gone before.
After passing through a channel, six and seven fathoms deep, which the dry extreme of the sandbank fronting the flat, extending off McAdam Range, bearing South-South-East led through, we hauled over to the westward for a swash way in the sands, extending off the north-west end of Clump Island.
It was a great day for Kenmore! "She and him were together all the night," panted Long Jean, about noon, in the kitchen of the White Fish. "What's that?" called Mary McAdam from the closet. Jean repeated her choice morsel, and Mary Terhune, preparing the midday meal, thrilled.
We were now surrounded on all sides by flat shores, and from the masthead, I could trace the low land forming the western side of the principal channel. The high land south of McAdam Range, was found to terminate in a remarkable peak, which in the certainty of our search proving successful, we named River Peak.
"I am very much obliged to you, sir," said the Admiral, and started off again, well pleased, upon his homeward journey. Next day brought the Admiral a cheque for L5,000 from Mr. McAdam, and a stamped agreement by which he made over his pension papers to the speculative investor. It was not until he had signed and sent it off that the full significance of all that he had done broke upon him.
"And now," she said; "who'll come to the graveyard with me?" She need not have asked. To the last child they followed mutely. They were overcome by curiosity and fear, and the faces in the dull light of the late day and early night looked ghostly. As Farwell stood near Mary McAdam by the newly made graves, he raised his eyes and found Ledyard's stern, yet amused, ones on his face.
McAdam of the White Fish Lodge came out upon the village Green one evening in late August and, in a loud voice, hailed Jerry McAlpin: "I've heard it said," called she, "that you, you Jerry McAlpin, are not against the taking away of my license; not against the making of Kenmore a teetotal town!" There was menace in the high-pitched voice; warning in the accusation.
When I sit by those empty graves back of the pasture lot I seem to know that I must do the work of my boys as well as my own and the time's short! I'm over sixty." "And looking forty, Mrs. McAdam." The manners of her trade clung to Mrs. Terhune. "The shell doesn't count, Mary, if the heart of you is old and worn."
The following day was cloudy and threatening, and why Mary McAdam should take that time for suggesting that her boys go over to Wyland Island and buy their winter suits, she herself could not have told.
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