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Then she bellowed and reared in the bail and fell down, her head screwed the wrong way, and lay with her tongue out moaning. Dad rose and spat out dirt. "Dear me!" Mother said, "it's a WILD cow y' bought." "Not at all," Dad answered; "she's a bit touchy, that's all." "She tut-tut TUTCHED YOU orright, Dad," Joe said from the top of the yard. Dad looked up. "Get down outer THAT!" he yelled.
The man went off and brought a policeman. "Orright" Dad said "TAKE him." The policeman took him. He took Dad too. The lawyer got Dad off, but it cost us five bags of potatoes. Dad did n't grudge them, for he reckoned we'd had value. Besides, he was even with the Donovans for the two cows. A Splendid Year For Corn. We had just finished supper. Supper! dry bread and sugarless tea.
After a while Dwyer walked over the "cultivation", and looked at it hard, then scraped a hole with the heel of his boot, spat, and said he did n't think the corn would ever come up. Dan slid off his perch at this, and Dave let the flies eat his leg nearly off without seeming to feel it; but Dad argued it out. "Orright, orright," said Dwyer; "I hope it do."
Mebbe yer doesn't jist feel like reskin' it?" "How about your wife and children, Sammy?" I asked. "There is no one depending on me." He took a long look, quietly gauging the possibilities. "I'm a-thinkin' we's like to make it all right," he finally told me. "And what about you and the little boy, Frenchy?" I asked the other man. "Me go orright," he answered. "Me see heem baby again."
Joe thought he understood him and said: "You want to fight?" Jacob seemed to have a nightmare in German. "Orright, then," Joe said, and knocked him down. Jacob seemed to understand Australian better when he got up, for he ran inside, and Joe put his ear to a crack, but did n't hear him tell Mother. Joe had an idea. He would set the steel-trap on a wire-post and catch Jacob. He set it.
"Oh, Lal Chunder, it's you!" "Him beat," said Lal Chunder, breathlessly. "L'il meesis orright?" "I'm all right," she said, struggling with for Norah an unaccountable desire to cry. "Oh, don't let him go!" "No," said the Hindu, decidedly. "Him hurt you? Me kill him." The last remark was uttered conversationally, and the man against the tree cried out in fear.
His look of comical surprise and the half-dazed fashion of his lifting a hand to fumble cautiously at his head raised some laughter and a good deal of chaff. "Orright," he said angrily. "Orright, go on; laugh, dash yer. Fat lot t' laugh at, seein' a man's good cap pitched in the mud." "No use you feelin' that 'ead o' yours," said his neighbor, grinning.
So once more the blue-bloused porter slung the big bag and the little bag on the strap over his shoulder, and they plunged into the night, towards some lights and a sort of theatre place. One carriage stood there in the rain yes, and it was free. "Keb? Yes orright sir. Whe'to? Where you go? Sir William Franks? Yes, I know. Long way go go long way. Sir William Franks."
Yves asked me, pointing towards Will's Island. "Yes, Dick needs a lot of care yet," I answered. "But you will wait here and take some orders to Atkins first." "Oui, orright, me wait," he said. Miss Jelliffe had gone indoors and the man sat down on the porch, with the little chap beside him, and they gravely watched the gulls circling over the water.
Aaron stood with one foot on the step. "What you give he? One franc?" asked the driver. "A shilling," said Aaron. "One sheeling. Yes. I know that. One sheeling English" and the driver went off into impassioned exclamations in Torinese. The porter, still muttering and holding his hand as if the coin might sting him, filtered away. "Orright. He know sheeling orright. English moneys, eh?
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