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He comes, i' the house 'ere and says, 'Becky, gie us a taste o' the red-top-and where's Jock? He was always thinkin' a deal o' my son Jock. 'Jock be gone, I says, 'and I knows nowt o' his comin' back' meanin', I was, that day. 'Good for Jock! says he, 'and I'm goin' too, Becky, and I knows nowt o' my comin' back. 'Where be goin', Maister Robert? I says.
She's a good girl an' you an' me'll hitch all right as long as you don't go to bullyin' her. I reckon that's all." "Meanin' that you'll let me hang around as long as I'm good," sneered Calumet in a dangerously soft voice. He was trying to work himself into a rage, but the effort was futile. Something in Dade's quiet, matter-of-fact voice had a dulling, cooling effect on him.
But how he shlipped in here, an' when he shlipped in here, an' what's he come for, an' how long he's stayin', an' meanin' well, or doin' ill, I dun'no', darlin', I dun' no'." "I don't think he'll do ill, Mrs. Flynn," said Rosalie, in English. "An' if ye haven't seen him, how d'ye know?" asked Mrs. Flynn, taking a pinch of snuff. "I have seen him but not in the tailor-shop.
"Meanin' that if you'd been usin' your eyes you'd have seen that she's some took up with Stafford's new stray-man." "Well," returned Ben, "she's her own boss. If she's made friends with Ferguson that's her business." He laughed. "She's certainly clever," he added, "and mebbe she's got her own notion as to why she's made friends with him.
But Robert Strong said kinder low, "He laughs at scars who never felt a wound." His eyes wuz on Dorothy's sweet face as he spoke. And in her soft eyes as she looked at him I could almost see the meanin' of Juliet's vow, "To follow thee, my lord, throughout the world."
I don't figger to argue wi' strangers at no time, an' when Anton's around I don't never git givin' no opinion till he's done talkin', when I mostly find mine's the same as his." "Some folks ain't got no grit," growled Shaky, contemptuously. "An' some folk 'a' got so much grit they ain't got no room fer savee," rapped in Slum sharply. "Meanin' me," said Shaky, sitting up angrily.
He caught Duncan's nod and smiled slowly. "I reckon you're some off your range," he said. "There ain't no comparin' Dakota to you he's always been my friend." "A man's got a friend one day and he's an enemy the next," said Duncan mysteriously. "Meanin'?" "Meaning that Dakota ain't so much of a friend as you think he is." Doubler's lips grew straight and hard.
"Well," said le Bourdon, simply, "what a thing is 'l'arnin'! Now, this is all news to me, though I have heard of 'scape-goats, and TALKED of 'scape-goats' a thousand times! There's a meanin' to everything, I find; and I do not look upon this idea of the lost tribes as half as strange as I did before I l'arnt this!"
But here ye ha'e aye to luik sae gleg efter yer boady, 'at, as ye say, my lord, yer sowl's like to come aff the waur, gien it binna clean forgotten." "I doobt there's something no richt aboot it, Peter," returned Malcolm. "There maun be a heap no richt aboot it" answered Peter "Ay, but I'm no meanin' 't jist as ye du.
"Meanin' that you're backin' Barbara in this here deal?" he demanded. "A real thoughtful man would have tumbled to it quicker," was Harlan's soft, ironical reply. For an instant Linton's gaze was intense with searching, probing inquiry. And Harlan's steady eyes were agleam with a light that was so quietly honest that it made Linton gasp: "Damn me! You mean it! You're playin' 'em straight, face up.
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