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We were both silent for a minute; the old man looked out the window, as if he had forgotten I was there. "You must miss her very much?" I said at last. "I do miss her," he answered, and sighed again. "Folks all kep' repeatin' that time would ease me, but I can't find it does. No, I miss her just the same every day." "How long is it since she died?" I asked.
I reckon she'll drap a bullet purty nigh whar hit's aimed ter go." "Try it," encouraged Don, catching a look of almost boyish delight cross the old man's face. "Air she loaded? I haint right familiar with these hyar repeatin' guns, with thar leevers an' sich."
He handed a little paper to Moorshed. "You see, Sir, the trouble was, that Mr. Carteret-Jones bein', so to say, a little new to his duties, 'ad forgot to give 'is gunner his Admiralty orders in writin', but, as I told Commander Fasset, Mr. Jones had been repeatin' 'em to me, nervous-like, most of the way from Portsmouth, so I knew 'em by heart an' better.
"What's the matter with repeatin' the programme we had for the Fourth of July?" "No, we want somethin' new," objected the smith. "It ought to be somethin' we never had before." "Why not wait till Christmas and git good and ready?" said Jim. The argument was that Christmas was something more than four weeks away.
'I never thought as I should die like this, he sez. 'Bury the old dog wi' me, shepherd, and put the slings alongside o' me and the little axe in my hand. And see there's plenty o' stones. That was the last he said, though he kep' repeatin' it as long as he could speak. It were not more than an hour after my master found him before he were gone.
In that blessed book I read these words this mornin', 'love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you and parsecute you. Sir, when I read these words, I felt them slidin' into my heart, and I couldn't help repeatin' them to myself, ever since and, even when Father M'Cabe was playin' his whip about my ears, I was as hard at work prayin' for his sowl."
And one voice was a woman's and another was a man's who was talkin' kind of thick and kept repeatin' hisself. And Mitch says, "Wait listen." So we listened. And this man's voice said: "What can I do, Gwen? I'll leave it to you. Ain't I done the right thing? Have I harmed any one? But I might have, I know myself, and I might have harmed some one as easy as that.
Why, I know 'em purty nigh off by heart! That's how-cum I kin talk so good when I stop to think. By repeatin' arter her I know the alphabet, the multiplication table, mental 'rithmetic up ter long dervision, some history, 'n' some g'ography but I hain't never seed a map, nor writin'. Her books is writ in blind." "I think you have learned a great deal," she smiled at him.
"Always," says he. "An eccentricity of mine." "And you put salt on your muskmelon, and wanted your eggs opened, and didn't like tomato soup," adds Ruby, like she was repeatin' a lesson. "Guilty on all three counts," says Mr. Mills. "I tried to remember," says Ruby, sort of meek. "Tried!" gasps Oakley. "Why, you made an art of it.
She's all bereaved up over this thing; she sent us here to cheer you. You was clean as an apple, then and easier to pick now you're just a common bar-fly, the same as us. Laure done it. She's the baby vampire that made a bum of you." "You're not very flattering." Phillips smiled faintly. "Oh, I'm sort of repeatin' what Letty said.
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