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"They say he's poplar among 'em," observed the storekeeper thoughtfully. "He's been pooty p'tic'lar, or they have," said Cap'n Jabez. "Well, most on 'em's merried women," Hackett urged. "It's astonishin' how they do come off and leave their husbands, the whole summer long. They say they're all out o' health, though."
He leaned forward and swept the floor with the field glass. "It's Clifford, sure enough," he muttered; "what on earth induces him to dance in that set?" It was Clifford. At that moment he was addressing Elliott in pleading, though hazy, phrases. "Come 'long, Elliott, don't be so so uncomf't'ble 'n' p'tic'lar!
Nalrookar track goes through that gate; b't neb' you mind; you keep straight ahead pas' the gate, hon a pad you'll 'ar'ly see; han jist hat the fur hend o' the pine-ridge you'll strike hanuther gate; an' you mus' be very p'tic'lar shettin' 'er. Then take a hangle o' fo'ty-five, with the pine-ridge hon yer back; an' hin fo' mile you'll strike yer las' gate 'ere, hin the co'ner.
"Suppose you could sell it for a fair price, cash, and get away with the money?" "That's our aim." "Mr. Baines," said Bowman, "there's money in this if you aren't too particular." "Hain't p'tic'lar a-tall. How you mean?" "What would you say to buying this gold at a reasonable price? I can dispose of it through channels I am acquainted with.
Mrs. Snow paused before she answered. Then she said slowly, "Well, I'm s'prised you ain't asked that afore. I haven't said much about myself sence I've been here, for no p'tic'lar reason that I know of, except that there wasn't much to tell and it wasn't a very interestin' yarn to other folks. My husband's name was Jubal Snow " "You don't say!" exclaimed the Captain. "Why, Jerry used to know him."
The only way to handle that kind is to run straight at him and kick the meanness out of him. The more he barks the harder you ought to kick. If you run away once it 'll be mighty uncomf'table every time you go past that house. But never mind; I cal'late this p'tic'lar pup won't bite; I've pulled his teeth, I guess. What's your plans, now? Goin' to keep on with the school, or go back to Boston?"
"Well, I guess if anybody's been p'tic'lar, it's been him. There ain't any doubt but what he's got a takin' way with the women. They like him. He's masterful, and he ain't a fool, and women most gen'ly like a man that ain't a fool. I guess if he 's got his eye on the girl's prop'ty, she'll have to come along.
At five minutes before eight Scattergood Baines rapped at Grandmother Penny's door and asked to speak to Farley Curtis, "Tell him it's somethin' p'tic'lar reegardin' the Beatty estate," he said, and stepped into the parlor. Farley appeared almost instantly; dapper, his usual courteous, self-possessed self.
It always laid on the table there unopened." "Opened it yourself lately, Mary? Been readin' the Scriptures out of that p'tic'lar book?" "No." "Um!... Got a kind of a hankerin' to read a verse or two," said Scattergood. "Come on, Bob. You 'n' me'll peruse Solon's Bible some." The huge Bible with its Dore illustrations lay on the marble-topped table in old Solon's bedroom.
You won't run away again neither, I'll look out for that. You'll sail with me and you'll help clean fish, and you'll mind me and you'll say 'sir. You needn't smoke if you don't want to," with a smile. "I ain't p'tic'lar 'bout that. "Then," went on the Captain, "when the two months is up you'll be your own master again.
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