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Updated: June 5, 2025
And ruther than go toothless she wears 'em to this day, and I believe it is the raspin' of them teeth aginst her gooms and her discouraged, mad feelin's every time she looks in the glass that helps embitter her towards men, and the laws men have made, so's a woman can't have control of her own teeth and her own bones. Serepta went home about 5 P.M., I promisin' sacred to do her errents for her.
But such a fierce, lively, curious, blunt old lady you never saw, and I didn't know what would be the end of me when she began to question, then to scold, and finally to demand that 'folks should come and trade to Almiry's shop after promisin' they would, and she havin' took a lease of the place on account of them lies. I wanted to laugh, but dared not do it, so just let her croak, for the daughter had to go to her customers.
I hain't seen the livin' presence o' them sheep senct I don't know when, says I. 'I've been a-threatenin' these tew years t' go and hunt em up, but the glimpst I've had o' 'em in this 'ere pictur'll dew jest as well, says I; 'fur 's I can see, they look promisin', an' gettin' better points 'n ever for light-weight jumpers, says I Sartin ye hit a bone then, mother! Thar'! I told ye so.
That young lady 'as done me the honor of promisin' to be my wife." "Oh!" said Dom Corria, fixing his brilliant eyes on Bulmer's vexed face. "There's no 'Oh' about it," growled Dickey. "It was all cut an' dried weeks ago, an' she 'asn't rued of 'er bargain yet, as far as I can make out." "You mean that the marriage was arranged before the Andromeda sailed?" said Dom Corria gently. "W'y, of course.
I rec'lect when Shorty was a mighty promisin' young fellow before Brad Steelman got a-holt of him. He punched cows for me twenty years ago. He hadn't took the wrong turn then. You cayn't travel crooked trails an' not reach a closed pocket o' the hills sometime." For several minutes they had heard the creaking of a wagon working up an improvised road toward the camp. Now it moved into sight.
"The next street is Weston and it don't look very promisin'." She drew the letter from her handbag and showed it to him. "Well, that's the queerest thing I know," he said, astonished by the letterhead. "I've been drivin' cabs horse and taxi for twenty years, and I never heard of no such people or no such place." "Well, at least go around the corner and see.
This yoong man, Muster Wharton, as is goin' round so free, promisin' yer the sun out o' the sky, iv yer'll only vote for 'im, so th' men say ee don't coom an' set down along o' you an' me, an' cocker of us up as ee do Joe Simmons or Jim Hurd here. But that don't matter. Yur thinkin's yur own, anyway." But she nudged him in vain.
So I plucks up heart an' goes to Longstreet, as was the next market-town, an' into a draper's shop, an' tells 'em what I wanted, an' what it was for, promisin' to pay part out o' the first money I got, an' the rest as soon after as I could.
They're promisin' him somethin', the strangers air. Tell an' Conlow seemed to kind o' dissent, but give in finally." "Is it whiskey?" asked the priest. "No, no. Tell says he can't have nothin' from the 'Last Chance. Says the old Roman Catholic'll fix his agency job at Washington if he lets Jean get drunk. It's somethin' else; an' Tell wants to git aven with you, so he gives in."
He had his nose stuck in a book, as usual, and never heard, so Nate yelled at him like a mate on a tramp steamer, just to keep in trainin'. "'Who? Who? Who? What? What? squeals Augustus, jumpin' out of the chair as if there was pins in it. 'What is it? Who did it? Oh, my poor nerves! "'Drat your poor nerves! Nate says. 'I've got a good promisin' job for you. Listen to this.
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