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"I kind of pity Ferd," mumbled the constable, his faded eyes on the cracked door that the last woman had slammed behind her. "Hain't averaged to put up one man a week for five years, and I reckon he's had to sell rum or starve." Cap'n Sproul made no observation. He still maintained that air of not caring to discuss the affairs of the Smyrna tavern.
"I'll be entirely satisfied, Miss Foster," said Dabney, "if you'll only ask somebody to get us something to eat." "Eat!" exclaimed Mrs. Kinzer. "Why, the poor fellows! Of course they're hungry." "Cap'n Kinzer allers does know jes' de right t'ing to do," mumbled Dick in a half-smothered voice; and his mother let go of him, with "Law, suz! So dey be!"
Cleo began quickly, as the girls were able to flock about. "Oh, yes I can," he replied to their surprise. "You been over to the island." They were astonished. Who had told him in so short a time? "How did you know?" asked Grace. "Little bird," mumbled the captain. He did seem a trifle serious for him. "Not the carrier pigeon?" asked Louise. "And you don't mind, do you Captain Dave?"
Mammy's man say " and she mumbled softly with her crimson mouth at his ear. The child looked up at Anne, with baby wit and laughter in his face, and stammered sweetly "Muz Muzzer Anne," he said, and then being pleased with his cleverness, danced on his little feet and said it over and over. Clorinda caught him up and set him on Anne's lap. "Know you what he calls you?" she said.
At this, Tierney stood up on the stairs and looked suspiciously at Marsh. Then, as Morgan agreed to the idea, Tierney turned toward him and exclaimed, "Say, you gone crazy?" Morgan gazed at him in astonishment. Marsh laughed. "Tierney is still suspicious," he said. Morgan's face lit up with understanding. Going over to Tierney, he whispered in his ear. "Well, I'm damned!" Tierney mumbled.
He could never tell when and where he might meet one of these. He dropped into a chair by a card table and, baffling all attempts to engage him in conversation, reviewed his troubles in a mumbled soliloquy, the liquor gradually making him careless.
"Didn't think he would have the grace to be ashamed!" mumbled D'Hubert, resuming his pacing while the doctor murmured, "It's very amusing. Ashamed! Shame was not exactly his frame of mind. However, you may look at the matter otherwise." "What are you talking about? What matter?" asked D'Hubert, with a sidelong look at the heavy-faced, grey-haired figure seated on a wooden chair.
"Little Johnnie mumbled and flushed and stammered and backed off; and it was well that he did, because Rivers had begun to get red around the wattles. I say the little girl is a thoroughbred, and my sister wants to give her a dinner as soon as she comes out. But Johnnie says she's declassee, so may be my sister had better think it over." "I didn't say she was declassee," exclaimed Carter.
There was a chapel connected with the hospital or at least a room where religious services were held every Sunday. To me the hymns were funeral dirges; and the mumbled prayers, faintly audible, were in behalf of every sufferer in the world but one. It was my eldest brother who looked after my care and interests during my entire illness.
"All right," mumbled Rimrock, "I apologize, all right. I was a miserable, pot-licking hound. I'd give my right hand " "Yes, yes, that's all right," she broke in hurriedly, "but here's what I want to say. Mr. McBain has been up to Geronimo and got him a copy of that survey of your claims!" "I knowed it!" burst out Rimrock swinging his fist into his hand, "I saw him get off that train!"
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