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"You will get used to the outer world, and most likely forget all about our dark coal pit." "No, Harry, never!" said Nell, and she put her hand over her eyes, as though she would recall the remembrance of everything she had lately quitted.
The L.C.P. laughed. "Enough to put a saint in a rage," said she. "And Nell isn't a saint. But they've been more devoted to each other than ever, since, so she must have repented and apologized, and been forgiven, before the moon went down. Oh, you poor puzzled creature! I wouldn't be a man for anything!" And that was all the satisfaction I could get from her. I remain as much in the dark as ever.
She saw a delicate girl, not over eighteen years old, with a face that would have been beautiful but for the set lips, the closed eyelids, and an expression of intense pain. "Oh! Oh!" breathed Helen. "Nell, hand me the scissors," said Mrs. Zane, "and help me take off this dress. Why, it's wet, but, thank goodness! 'tis not with blood. I know that slippery touch too well. There, that's right.
You-alls can hobble an'sideline'em both at night; an' when you rolls out in the mornin', they's gone. "'What do you-all think, Nell? says Doc Peets to Faro Nell, who's perched up on her stool by Cherokee's shoulder. 'What do you-all reckon now of Texas yere, a-malignin' of your sex? Why don't you p'int him to Dave Tutt an' Tucson Jennie?
She tumbles in on us with the brake off like a stage-coach downhill. "'Dan's treed Chihuahua! gasps Nell, as she heads straight for Cherokee; 'you-all better rustle over thar plumb soon! "Cherokee jumps an' grabs his hardware where they're layin' onder the table. Bein' daylight an' no game goin', an' the day some warm besides, he ain't been wearin' 'em, bein' as you-all might say in negligee.
Aunt Nell says I have lost my stoop, so perhaps that's my reward instead of the cup, and I think I must have gained another five pounds. We're so hungry when we come in for supper that I believe we'd eat our books if there were nothing more appetising! "We had great fun last night at a sleighing party the Domestic Science Form invited forty of us and you may be sure we accepted.
Besides great folio editions of the classics and the Christian Fathers, were collections of the ephemeral literature of the days of Charles II, notable among which were lampoons on Nell Gwyn and her royal lover works which the Archdeacon certainly never bought, and which must have come to him through his mother from the Cavalier family of Copplestone.
You can't go on forever huntin' bear an' tamin' cats," protested the old rancher. "Why not?" asked the hunter, thoughtfully. Auchincloss stood up and, shaking himself as if to ward off his testy temper, he put a hand on Dale's arm. "One reason is you're needed in Pine." "How? Who needs me?" "I do. I'm playin' out fast. An' Beasley's my enemy. The ranch an' all I got will go to Nell.
Bo's horse slowed up and showed fear, but he kept on as far as Dale's horse. But Helen's refused to go any nearer. She had difficulty in halting him. Presently she dismounted and, throwing her bridle over a stump, she ran on, panting and fearful, yet tingling all over, up to her sister and Dale. "Nell, you did pretty good for a tenderfoot," was Bo's greeting. "It was a fine chase," said Dale.
With Nan's animated face beaming over the board, and Nell sitting quietly sewing by the table, it was a most enjoyable evening to Douglas. But the professor was not so happy. The minutes dragged heavily, so when the players had won a game each, he gave a sigh of relief and claimed Douglas' special attention. "I wish to discuss several points in the tragedy of Hamlet," he began.
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