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Updated: June 25, 2025
No, it could not be Shaw, for he was dead au champ d'honneur; but he WOULD have licked Shaw if he had been alive. A bargeman I know he licked, at Jack Randall's in Slaughter House Lane.
What is your trouble compared to theirs?" "Drowned herself, did you say?" and Mrs. Tobin held up her hands in horror. "Who was she? and why did she drown herself?" "She was Mr. Henry Randall's daughter, who was greatly worried over some love affair, so I understand." "Is that so? My lands! What's going to happen next? A girl drowned, and my husband and only son running away from me.
He struck the right, left, and centre in quick succession, while his battery of Blakely guns thundered forth their messengers of death. "But all in vain! Kilpatrick's gallant men the heroes of Brandy Station met and hurled back each charge, while Randall's battery, ignoring entirely the Rebel guns, sent his canister and shells tearing through the heavy columns of the enemy.
The best husband is the one that can keep his wife best; and if I hadn't forced on this business, she'd have taken up with lawyer Randall's son, who's no better than a beggar, and a pretty life she'd have had of it with him." By such reasoning as this William Carley contrived to set his conscience at rest during that silent walk along the rustic lane between the Grange and Crosber church.
Can you do this, or must I get Miss "What-d'ye-call-her" the elder one, if she can leave the Greens in Randall's Alley? Well was it that Mary's heart was stout as well as tender; and instead of mentally magnifying the task, and diminishing her own capabilities, she simply felt that she had received a command, and merely asked that Ethel should be informed. 'I am going to send up to her.
The singing ceased in an instant, and then Randall's voice answered "Hallo! what is it?" "Come aboard and get a glass of grog. Tell the men in the other boats they can follow in turn."
He spoke to the chauffeur, and at once the engine began to hum. But Eben was not to be thus defeated. He jumped upon the running board, and thrust his head into the car, almost into Randall's face. "Ye'll take me if I tell ye where yer daughter is, won't ye?" he roared. "Do you know?" Randall shouted. "Y'bet I do." "All right, then, get in," and Randall pushed open the door.
"Then he has done it!" exclaimed Ethel, in a smothered voice. "What do you mean? Speak, Ethel." "He has gone past it the place," whispered she. The doctor made a sound of sorrowful assent, as if much struck; then said, "you don't mean he has never been there since?" "Yes," said Ethel, "he has always gone round Randall's alley or the garden; he has said nothing, but has contrived to avoid it."
Randall's face shone with a blond pallor. It had grown up gradually round her features, and they, becoming more and more insignificant, were now merged in its general expression of good will. Ranny noted with wonder this increasing simplification of his Aunt Randall's face. She entered as if under stress, towing her large husband through the doorway, and in and out among the furniture.
When his mother's light soprano broke, breathless for a moment, on a top note, Mrs. Randall's rich, guttural contralto came to its support, Mr. Randall supplying a running accompaniment of bass. And now they burst, all three of them, into anecdote and reminiscence, illustrating what they were all agreed about, that Mr. Ransome was a good man.
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