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His easy, smiling, good-natured manner was the man known to the inhabitants of Fort Mowbray, and the Mission of St. Agatha on the Snake River. The man's reply came at last. It came seriously, earnestly. "I can't guess how this notion's got into you, Jessie," he said, his eyes still dwelling on the broken horizon.
It's them blast furnaces we set up for him last year made this play possible. Them, and the swell outfit of machine shops he squeezed us for. He figgers to raise all sorts of hell around. An' his latest notion's to build every darn machine from rough-castin' to a shackle pin, so we don't have to worry with the world outside. He's got a long view of things. But "
"Much obliged but I prefer a live Mummy and no clothes to a dead one. More tea?" "Thanks. No chance, of course. Where could one find four persons a day, in Maumsey, or near Maumsey, who want to learn French? The notion's absurd. I shouldn't get the lessons I do, if it weren't for the 'Honourable." "Snobs!" "Not at all! Not a single family out of the people I go to deserve to be called snobs.
They say dogs and horses are all honest, and it's only us as teaches 'em to do wrong. My notion's they're a deal like ourselves, and some of 'em fancies the square racket dull and safe, while some takes a deal kindlier to the other. Anyhow, no cattle-duffer in the colonies could have had a better pair of mates than old Sally and Crib, if the devil himself had broken 'em in special for the trade.
I shan't shirk; I'll take the mother into the library and break the ice, while you are squaring things with the young women. Penelope won't care the snap of her finger either way; but Elinor has some notion's that you are fitter to cope with than I am. After, if you can give me a lift with Mrs. Hepzibah, I'll call you in. Come on; it's getting pretty late to go visiting."
"I see," replied Scipio doubtfully, while the other men gathered round. "But," he went on more weakly still, "'bout that notion?" Bill stirred impatiently. "That's it. You start right in with the notion." "Course," cried Sandy. "The notion's easy. Why, ther's heaps o' things you ken take as a notion.
But ther' ain't no tellin', an' we're slack since the harvest. I 'lows the notion's tol'ble. Mebbe they'll be quiet some now Rosebud's gone." There was a quiet emphasis on Seth's final speculation. "I heard she'd gone away for a bit." Nevil looked searchingly at this man whom he hated above all men. "Gone for good," Seth said, with an admirable air of indifference. "How?" Nevil suddenly sat up.
Whenever I read any argument upon immortality it always seems to me remarkably cogent, if the souls in question were your soul and my soul; but just consider the transparent absurdity of supposing that every Hodge Chawbacon, and every rheumatic old Betty Martin, has got a soul, too, that must go on enduring for all eternity! The notion's absolutely ludicrous.
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