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An' I'm in half on it! Put her there, Smoke. I'm that thankful I'm sure droolin' gratitude. At eleven that night Smoke was routed from sound sleep by Shorty, whose fur parka exhaled an atmosphere of keen frost and whose hand was extremely cold in its contact with Smoke's cheek. "What is it now?" Smoke grumbled. "Rest of Sally's hair fallen out?" "Nope. But I just had to tell you the good news.
"Well, er.... Nice? It's ... it's a tidal river. It flows up and down. In ... in the summer things get carried.... I mean, it's not ... not very clean. It's mud." "Oo." Sally's little nose wrinkled. "Does it smell? I mean, is it healthy?"
At the sound of Aunt Sally's voice, indeed, they dropped the box they had been secreting and burst into a paroxysm of giggling, as was their customary receipt of her chiding. The giggle was always destined to end in tears, but this never prevented its recurrence. "Neddy Trent! If that bad little Garcia boy is doing wrong, it's no need you should be naughty, too.
Ye know, lad, I believe Sally's mother has hold o' the same rope with her and when two clever women get their wits together the divvle scratches his head. It's an old sayin', lad, an' don't ye go out an' cut the rope. Keep yer head cool an' yer heart warm and go right on with yer business. I like the whole plan o' this remarkable courtship o' yours."
De Reeds chipped in when all de Higbees was played out, fo' dey was relations, but dey was chawed up by some of de Dowses, first cousins to de Doomonts." "What? Are the Dows in this vendetta?" "No, sah. No mo'. Dey's bin no man in de family since Miss Sally's fader died dat's let de Dows out fo' ever.
Sally looked up with an assumed surprise worthy of her race and tradition. "If it ain't Miss Lowe!" she exclaimed, coming forward cordially. "It sho' am, Miss Lowe! Come in, ma'am and rest yourself." Sally's idioms savoured of darky dialect and her mountain quaintness: "I'll brew a dish o' tea, ma'am." Marcia Lowe refused this attention and stayed Sally by her first words.
She had not quite meant it when she said it: her sick heart was merely trying to reach Sally's concern, it frightened her now to feel that it was almost true. "WHAT!" Sally whispered. She was roused now: too much roused. Martie began hastily to reassure Sally, and herself, too. "Oh, I will, Sally. Of course I will. And nobody will ever know this except you and me!"
But by now Sally's interests had become many, for she was leading a busy life, and the difficulty of maintaining all her affairs at the necessary pitch of freshness and importance in her attention was increasing. She had to think of her work, of Madam and her now frequent fits of illness, of Gaga, of Miss Summers, of money, of Harry, of book-keeping, of clothes, and of her mother. Mrs.
"It is you, who dare to play with a man's love as a child would play with a doll, and who think it can be made to conform to the spirit of your unholy pride as readily. It is your fault that I am placed in this dreadful position, so that now, with Sally's connivance, this dreadful tale is likely to appear in every one of the morning papers.
At last it fell. Jim Morrison, in a false moment of vantage, rushed in, head down, arms drawn back like the crank shafts of some unresisting engine, ready to deal the crushing body blows. Sally's eyes were wide in a gaping stare. She expected to see the other fall, waited to hear the grunt of the breath as it crushed out of him. But it did not come.
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