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Susan! When we found the great nugget he kisses it, and says he, 'There, that is not because you are gold, but because you take me to Susan." "Hold your tongue, Tom," said George, sternly. "Who puts me on my defense? Is there any man here who has been telling her I have ever had a thought of any girl but her? If there is, let him stand out now and say it to my face if he dares."
I was beginning to feel that a children's party was the right place for me. Sam Fisher had treated me as a child, and so did the Little Nugget. That I was a responsible person, well on in my thirty-first year, with a narrow escape from death and a hopeless love-affair on my record, seemed to strike neither of them. I followed my companion to a secluded recess with the utmost meekness.
Nugget declared it was a good place to rest, while Randy expressed an opinion that game was plentiful in the vicinity. Having waded to the edge of the pool, where the water deepened abruptly, the boys returned as they had come, and were soon back on the gravel bar.
I believe, however, that I can tell a gold nugget when I see it, and if you will bestir yourself and turn up a few, I will agree to analyze them to your heart's content, giving him what was meant to be a conciliatory smile which was entirely lost because he never looked my way. "With that he set to work.
'Many a nugget has come out of that pocket What do you read? Tennyson, I know. Whom else? 'Anything I can get, Mr. Ralston.9 'Tell me. You're eighteen at a guess. Tell me last year's love and this year's love, and I'll prophesy. 'It was Hazlitt at the beginning of last year, sir. Then it was Hunt, and Lamb. Now it's Thackeray. 'Keats anywhere? 'Oh! Keats?9 The tone was enough.
The broad yellow expanse of the creek, as it whirled swiftly by the island with its burden of débris and driftwood, satisfied Clay that the absent ones had found it impossible to paddle back. "There is no use in waiting here any longer," he said to Nugget. "The boys may have been carried far down the creek, and are probably looking for us at this minute."
'So do I, replied Vandeloup; 'it's a happy coincidence, because I see a chance of our getting that nugget. Pierre's dull eyes brightened, and he rubbed his hands together in a pleased manner. 'Sit down, said Vandeloup, in a peremptory tone, pointing to the floor. 'I wish to tell you what I think.
Speak up! Whar's all this assorted lot of theories I been hearing in the say-loons ever since that nugget was turned up?" A man with the most extraordinarily ragged garments got to his feet and began to speak in a pleasant and cultivated voice.
Villiers had picked up the box, and was standing on the edge of the bank, just about to leave. The unhappy woman recognised her husband, and uttered a cry. 'You! you! she shrieked, wildly, 'coward! dastard! Give me back that nugget! leaning out of the trap in her eagerness. 'I'll see you damned first, retorted Villiers, who, now that he was recognised, was utterly reckless as to the result.
With eager hands he tore the fastening of a fantastically-shaped little nugget that hung on his watch-chain and flung it towards her. He saw her stoop to pick it up.
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