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"It is a bargain," said each of the conspirators, in a breath, as they shook hands and parted Le Noir to his home and Black Donald to join his comrades' revelry. Endearing! endearing! Why so endearing Are those soft shining eyes, Through their silk fringe peering? They love thee! they love thee! Deeply, sincerely; And more than aught else on earth Thou lovest them dearly! Motherwell.
"If he gits worse he'll be dead." Mrs. Motherwell called Tom at once, and told him to bring the doctor as soon as he could. "Where's my overcoat mother?" Tom called from the hall. "Take your father's" she said, "he is going to get a new one while he is in Winnipeg, that one's too small for him now. I put yours outside to air. It had a queer smell on it I thought, and now hurry, Tom. Bring Dr.
"Remember, Tom, he has a father and a mother and four brothers, and a girl called Thursa, and an uncle that is a bishop, and how'd we ever face them when we go to heaven if we just set around and let Arthur die?" "What is it, Pearl?" Mrs. Motherwell said coming into the room, having heard Pearl's excited tones. "It's Arthur, ma'am. Come out and see him. You'll see he needs the doctor.
Motherwell: I know it will be at least some slight comfort for you to know that the poppies you sent Polly reached her in time to be the very greatest comfort to her. Her joy at seeing them and holding them in her hands would have been your reward if you could have seen it, and although she had been delirious up to that time for several days, the sight of the poppies seemed to call her mind back.
After paying our compliments to the Robin Hood garlands, to Scott, to Kirkpatrick Sharpe, to Ritson, to Buchan, to Motherwell, to Laing, to Christie, to Jamieson, and to the other famous lovers and compilers of balladry, we fell to discoursing of French song and of the service that Francis Mahony performed for English-speaking humanity when he exploited in his inimitable style those lyrics of the French and the Italian people which are now ours as much as they are anybody else's.
"That's true, I guess," Pearl said doubtfully she was wondering about the boot bills. "Pa gets a dollar and a quarter every day, and ma gets seventy-five cents when she washes. We're gettin' on fine." Then Mrs. Motherwell made her appearance, and the conversation came to an end.
Pearl was in at last, kissing every little last Watson, forgetting she had done Tommy and doing him over again; with Danny holding tightly to her skirt through it all, everybody talking at once. Then the excitement calmed down somewhat, but only to break right out again, for Jimmy who had been downtown came home and found the box which Tom Motherwell had left on the step after Pearl had gone in.
Sam Motherwell sat without speaking, "You have cheated the Lord all these years, and He has borne with you, trying to make you pay up without harsh proceedings" he found himself repeating the minister's words. Could this be what he meant by harsh proceedings? Certainly it was harsh enough taking away a man's crop after all his hard work. Sam was full of self-pity.
You have a mighty poor way of asking for money maybe if you had taken me the right way you might have got some." "Excuse me, Mr. Motherwell," the young man replied with unaffected good humour, "I did not ask you for money at all. I gave you back what you did give. No member of our congregation will ask you for any, though there may come a time when you will ask us to take it."
"I did not sleep very well," she said, at last. "That's the mortgage," Pearl thought to herself. "And when I did sleep, I had such dreadful dreams," Mrs. Motherwell went on, strangely communicative. "That looks more like the cancer," Pearl thought as she stirred the porridge. "We got bad news," Mrs. Motherwell said. "Polly is dead." Pearl stopped stirring the porridge.
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