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It's riz up in me, the one that's goin' to beat, no matter what comes of it, same as old Abner Kinsman stood up ag'inst the British. Mebbe it'll die fightin', same's he did, and I never'll hear no more from it, and a good riddance. But Myron, it's goin' to beat." Her husband was frowning, not harshly now, but from the extremity of his distress. He spoke in a tone of well-considered adjuration.
"How far I've got from all those scenes and people! and yet the memory of that little old town and its people has a powerful fascination. I never'll go back, of course. To tell the truth, I am afraid to go back; it would drive me crazy. I am a city man naturally. I am gregarious. I like to be in the centre of things. It'll get hold of you, too.
"You think so now," she said wisely, "but you'll see some time it's better by fur to give 'em away while ye can. The time never'll come when it's any easier. My soul, 'Melia, how I should like to git up into your chambers! It's six year now sence I've seen 'em." Amelia laid down her work and considered the possibility.
On th' tenth annivers'ry of th' fight th' survivors held a reunion on th' battle-field, an' bein' as I was line-ridin' for Tracy's Tumble H outfit at th' time, I sneaked off an' went over. "They'd done a wonderful thing; somethin' that'd never bin done before, an' most likely never'll be done ag'in.
Slimmen's meadow opposite, and to the further end, where she flung herself down on the stone wall, and pushed off the brown hair from her hot forehead. "O dear me, how could I!" she cried, twisting her hands tightly together. "What would Mamsie say! Now she never'll trust me to go to the store again. Oh, I shall cry! O dear, dear!" "Moo!" said Mr.
He never'll git into another tree, without his soul goes into a gobble-turkey, as I should think it might, and flies up in one to roost!" "And the bullet! "As I was going to tell ye, it's been found. But one night Mr. Egglestone, the fighting minister, you know, that merried you, he was bathing Abe's back, and what did he find but a bunch, that Abe said was sore.
Yees both knows I would die for yees, and it was little I dr'amed of a savage iver disecrating this house by an ungentlemanly act. Teddy never'll sarve yees the like agin." "I have no faith in the promises of a man who is intemperate." The Irishman raised his hand to heaven: "May the good Father above strike me dead if I iver swallow another drop! Do yees belave me now. Mister Harvey?"
"I wish you could see them, Susy; then you'd know how cunning they are; and now you never'll know. But it doesn't seem a bit like orphan children since their mother's got home." "Makes me think of our mamma, and her three little children," said Susy, taking her sister's hand.
Greatly embarrassed, Newman shambled forth and, turning, faced us. "Now, sir," said the master, "catch the key-note from me. Do! Now re mi," and so forth. Bear-Tone had great difficulty in getting Newman through the scale. "'Fraid you never'll make a great singer, my boy," he said, "but you may be able to grumble bass a little, if you prove to have an ear that can follow. Next on that seat."
"O dear me!" cried Polly, passionately, sitting back in her chair, "I'd rather have gone in that coach than have done anything else, and now you've been, and we never'll get a chance again. Never in all this world!" "How did it happen, Joel?" asked Ben. "Do tell the whole story from the beginning." "Why, you see it was this way," began Joel. "Polly, give me some more mush, do," passing his bowl.
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