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Then he mopped his face, and winked very deliberately at the storekeeper. Then Mr. Merrill laughed. "Well, well," he said, "for a man who comes down here to stay with Jethro Bass to ask me that!" Whereupon Mr. Wetherell flushed, and began to perspire himself. "Didn't you hear Isaac D. Worthington's virtuous appeal to the people at Brampton?" said Mr. Merrill.
Out in the hall, away from Miss North's watchful eye, he said to Blue Bonnet: "If you ever get me into a deal like that again, you'll know it! It was worse than busting my first broncho." And, although it was January, and the thermometer registering freezing weather, he took out his pocket handkerchief and mopped the perspiration from his neck and brow.
"Pouf!" said the Curd, letting out a big sigh as he came to a standstill and mopped his brow. "Had ever poor man such trouble with his flock? and the thermometer at twenty-eight, too! Advance, my children you first, Maman Vacher; and Heaven grant the good father here may compose your differences!" Here the Cure himself a peasant flung out both hands as if resigning the case.
He mopped his forehead, the laughing puckers gathering about his eyes. "Look at us this evenin. There we was ridin easy up the Beacon, me and the orse-patrol lookin for him. Just as we tops the brow who pops over the wall like a swallow but the Gentleman himself on his chestnut?" He threw back his head and chuckled. "There! I can't ardly elp laughin. The cheek o the chap!"
Thus, the dead man was to be washed, shaved, and have a clean shirt put on. It was late in the afternoon; the wardsman did not like handling the corpse, so the story goes, that he got a bucket of water and a mop, and mopped the body down. This he left on the table in the morgue, and forgot all about the clean shirt or the shaving.
Halfway, Cora Thornhill all but finished me by looking out from the living room, and calling in Ina Vandeman's voice, "Erne, show Mr. Boyne out, won't you?" Ernestine completed the job when she answered in Ina Vandeman's voice, also "Yes, dear; I will." It was only the scraps of me that she swept out through the front door. I stood on the porch and mopped my brow.
And now even my old dog's dead died after she went away. "No!" he broke out fiercely. "If he comes back here, it's him or me! By the Lord! if he comes back here, I'll pay him the debt I owe him. If she's his wife, I'll make her a widow, and if she ain't, I'll revenge her." He mopped the beads of sweat that had broken out on his brow, and without a word stalked out of the door.
I'm sorry, but you can not see them to-day." Blosser took out his handkerchief again and mopped his streaming face. Betty, who would be kind to any one in distress, had gone in for a glass of water and brought it out to him. "Thank you, my dear," he murmured gratefully, gulping it down in one long swallow while Fluss shook his head impatiently in answer to Betty's mute interrogation.
He experienced a momentary pang of shame that he should walk so uncouthly. The sweat burst through the skin of his forehead in tiny beads, and he paused and mopped his bronzed face with his handkerchief. "Hold on, Arthur, my boy," he said, attempting to mask his anxiety with facetious utterance. "This is too much all at once for yours truly. Give me a chance to get my nerve.
"You'll need to rent this field before you can beat him, for he'll stand a month of that kind of fly-flappin'." He was swinging a towel in front of Harrison as he spoke, whilst Baldwin mopped him with the sponge. "How is it with you, Harrison?" asked my uncle. "Hearty as a buck, sir. It's as right as the day."
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