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But it's a sair pity o' his hoast, for it aye comes on just when he's at the best o't, and that lang routing he made air this morning, is sair again him too Deil an I care if he wad roar her dumb, and then he wad hae't a' to answer for himsell It's lucky the road's rough, and the troopers are no taking muckle tent to what they say, wi' the rattling o' the horse's feet; but an we were anes on saft grund, we'll hear news o' a' this."
But it's a sair pity o' his hoast, for it aye comes on just when he's at the best o't, and that lang routing he made air this morning, is sair again him too Deil an I care if he wad roar her dumb, and then he wad hae't a' to answer for himsell It's lucky the road's rough, and the troopers are no taking muckle tent to what they say, wi' the rattling o' the horse's feet; but an we were anes on saft grund, we'll hear news o' a' this."
"If he turns them back we ought to hear their horses in a moment," observed Claiborne. "The fog muffles sounds. The road's pretty level in here." "We must get them out of it and into my territory for safety. We're within a mile of the gate and we ought to be able to crowd them into that long open strip where the fences are down. Damn the fog!"
"It's on their way from the Docks at least, it isn't out of their way. Or probably the main road's up for repairs. That's it they'll turn off to the left at the corner. See, they've got Arab drivers with them. Wonderful how the fellows manage them." "It seems to me, sir," said Mrs. Rapkin, "that they're coming our way they seem to be stopping outside."
The Huns are likely to begin long range shelling any minute, and the road's a favorite target for their gunners; they've got it's range down fine." "It isn't about Bessie, I hope?" ventured Jack, still more or less apprehensive. Nellie looked at him and slightly smiled, for she knew Jack was exceedingly fond of the young girl.
He said it was; and that it was over the mountains not far from Llan Sanfraid. I asked whether it was not called Pont y Meibion. He answered in the affirmative, and added that he had himself been there, and had sat in Huw Morris's stone chair which was still to be seen by the road's side. I told him that I hoped to visit the place in a few days.
I had originally intended to pass the night in the cart, or to pitch my little tent on some convenient spot by the road's side; but, owing to the alteration in the weather, I thought that it would be advisable to take up my quarters in any hedge alehouse at which I might arrive. To tell the truth, I was not very sorry to have an excuse to pass the night once more beneath a roof.
She was almost staggering, so cold was she and so tired, and so heavy was the snow caked on her boots, when they came to a sharp rise, down which shone the radiance of an incandescent light. "Road's right up there, blessed," he cried, cheerily. "Oh, I can't Yes, I will "
Then Joan spoke again. "Uncle's forgived me, an' Mary, an' Tom, an' mother here. Caan't 'e, caan't 'e, faither? My road's that hard." Then he answered, his words bursting out of his lips sharply, painfully at first, rolling as usual in his mighty chest voice afterward. The man twisted Scripture to his narrow purposes according to Luke Gospel usage.
The Marsh was slowly turning from a strange papery grey to green. The sky changed from white to blue, and suddenly became smeared with ruddy clouds. At once the watercourses lit up, streaking across the green in fiery slats the shaking boughs of the willows became full of fire, and at the turn of the road the windows of Ansdore shone as if it were burning. There it stood at the road's bend.
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