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No-o-o! They do not want to keep us separated; no, no! But they do want to keep us despised!" She laid her hand on her heart, and frowned upward with physical pain. "But, very well! from which race do they want to keep my daughter separate? She is seven parts white! The law did not stop her from being that; and now, when she wants to be a white man's good and honest wife, shall that law stop her?
"Well, no-o-o," said Susan reluctantly, as if she hated to admit that there was any crime the Huns couldn't be accused of. "The Germans have not turned cannibal yet as far as I know. They have died of starvation and exposure, the poor little creatures. There is murdering for you, Cousin Sophia Crawford. The thought of it poisons every bite and sup I take."
Do you want all the girls in the house to hear you?" "I don't care," was the discouraging answer, but in a lower tone, nevertheless; but she continued to sob heart-brokenly. "Tell me about it, Elfreda," said Grace more gently, taking one of the girl's limp hands in hers. "Something dreadful must have happened. Have you had bad news from home?" "No-o-o," gasped the stout girl. "It's the sophomores.
"No-o-o," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm grateful to you, Mr. Fitzgerald, but I have a special kind of luck. I won't tell you about it because you wouldn't believe but but I can give you some of it. If you don't mind, I will." He went to the slightly dusty, partly-plastic machine.
He drove up, at once assisted her to the narrow perch beside him, and with a nod to Bent drove off. His breathless expedition relieved the leave-taking of these young people of any ceremony. "I suppose," said Mr. Dawson, giving a half glance over his shoulder as they struck into the dusty highway, "I suppose you don't care to see anybody before you get to San Jose?" "No-o-o," said Rose, timidly.
"They are such strong animals." "No-o-o," he said. "I dunno. I never thought much about it." With their heads close together they became so absorbed in their conversation that they seemed to forget the painter. He sat on a log and watched them. Ultimately the girl said, "Won't you give us a ride?" "Sure," said the old man. "Come on, and I'll help you up."
"No niggers in Ireland, now no-o-o niggers in Ireland!" Conboy warned her, coming forward with no less interest than his daughter's to peer into Morgan's bruised and marred face. "Well, well!" with much surprise altogether genuine, "you're back again, Mr. Morgan?" "Wherever have you been?" Dora persisted, no more interested in niggers in Ireland than elsewhere.
"No-o-o," said Mary Jane doubtfully, "maybe I wouldn't. Only I 'pect I'd like it after it was done." "Well," said Mrs. Merrill laughingly, "if you don't want a doll dress any more than that, you don't want one very badly that's certain!
There was something so compelling in the look that flashed briefly in the naval officer's eyes that Miss Peddensen lost color, and stammered: "No-o-o, certainly not; if such silly things interest you." "They interest me very much indeed," murmured Kimball, thrusting "composition" and sketches inside his blouse.
And there is no other man?" in great bewilderment, through which the glimmering of greater relief began to shine. She shook her head. "And you did this for him alone?" "No-o-o," with reluctance, "not altogether for him alone." "Who else then?" "I told you last night," she answered evasively. "For me?" "Ye-es," faintly. "I could not bear to see you lose your your life."
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