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He leaned closer, and above his tall, narrow collar dull red flowed beneath the sallow, and his long, white teeth and slick-brushed hair shone in the arc-light. "Eh, Queenie?" "I gotta go now, Charley. Hattie's waiting home for me." She attempted to pass him and to slip into the outgoing stream of the store, but with a hesitation that belied her. "I I gotta go, Charley."
Mustn't do that again, not not for three months you you mustn't." He leaned across the table; his voice was like sleet cold, thin, cutting: "What's the matter going to quit?" "No no no!" "Got another guy you like better?" "Oh! Oh!" "A queenie can't quit me first and get away with it, kiddo. I may be a soft-fingered sort of fellow, but a queenie can't quit me first and get away with it.
Colin still woke every morning to his dread of some blank, undefined disaster; but, as if Queenie and the war had made one obsession, he was no longer haunted by the imminent crash of phantom shells. It was settled that he was to live with Jerrold and Maisie when they came back to the Manor, while Anne stayed on by herself at the Farm. Every now and then Eliot came down to see them.
Comparatively brief as had been the time spent in the West by Sterry, he had not neglected his education along the lines indispensable to those following his manner of living. At the moment of giving Queenie rein he flung himself forward on her neck, hugging it close and uttering an involuntary prayer that the bullets might pass harmlessly by him and his horse.
'Not much wetterer, acquiesced Queenie equably, as she dipped first the tip of one shoe, then the other, into the water. Of course, if Theo didn't mind, it was nothing to Queenie. The afternoon was a glorious one, with a faint touch of north in the wind, just enough to bring out colour intensely.
And there," he added, pointing to the sheet of paper on which Queenie had made specimens of the broken type of Simon's antiquated machine, "is a stone which needs examining on all four sides!" Hawthwaite picked up the sheet of paper, twisted it in his big fingers, and looked over it at the two young people with a quizzical smile.
"What's wrong with you, man?" inquired the horseman, halted by the fellow's words. "What are you talking about?" "Queenie!" gasped the fellow, panting for his breath. "Took poison O, Lord! Come on! Come on! She don't want nothing but you!" Van turned exceedingly pale. "Poison? What you want is the doctor!"
Langford gave the signal for the ladies to leave the breakfast table. Henrietta ran up stairs for her mother's work, and came down again laughing. "I am sure, Queenie," said she, "that your papa chose his trade rightly. He may well be called a great counsel.
Onct one of them come back" and here Morley came closer to Sandy "it was back in ole Miss Ann Walden's early days he came back and something happened!" The whisper made Sandy creep with chill. "What?" he asked, hoarsely. "He done a mighty wrong to Miss Ann's little sister, her that was called Queenie and looked it!
She was tearless now, and rather indignant. "I've had the strangest letter from Herbert," she declared excitedly, as soon as Miriam entered the room. "I couldn't have believed he wrote it in his senses if Aunt Queenie hadn't heard the Same thing from Uncle Jarrott. He says he's got to go to jail."
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