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"Sure, I know you're too good a sport to send a fellow up. But Snell deserved what he got. I saw his face when he made his talk to Sampson's court. Snell lied. And I'll tell you what, Jim, if it'd been me instead of that Ranger, Bud Snell would have got settled." Jim appeared to be agitated by my forcible intimation of friendship. "Jim, that's between ourselves," I went on. "I'm no fool.
Sampson's, Tottenham, had not made her perfectly happy; and she thought so all the more as, for four years now, she had been obliged to renounce all hope of that annual sacrifice, which was so easy and so fugitive formerly, but which had now fallen into disuse.
Where's the Dominie, John? 'Mr. Sampson's been at hame these twa hours and mair, but I dinna think Mr. Harry cam hame wi' him. 'Not come hame wi' him? said the lady; 'desire Mr. Sampson to step this way directly. 'Mr.
A few minutes later a squad of United States cavalry, in charge of a dapper, blue-coated lieutenant, rode up to the farm. And when they arrived Seth was there by himself to receive them. "Rube Sampson's farm?" inquired the lieutenant, as he swung from his steaming horse. "Right." Seth shook hands with the man.
The last orders were handed to Lieutenant Miley, an aid to General Shafter, and immediately the flagship started. Rear-Admiral Sampson's fleet bombarded the batteries at Santiago de Cuba for the third time at daylight on the morning of June 16.
Not too happy; there was no over-doing of the matter; happy in a thoroughly well-bred, perfectly unmeaning way. 'I thought you had met, our host observed. 'No, said Mr. Slinkton. 'I did look in at Mr. Sampson's office, on your recommendation; but I really did not feel justified in troubling Mr. Sampson himself, on a point in the everyday, routine of an ordinary clerk.
Sampson, indignantly; "which, tho' not bein' a scholar'd, I speaks English, I 'opes, my mother's second cousin 'avin' 'ad first prize at a spellin' bee, tho' 'e died early through brain fever, 'avin' crowded 'is 'ead over much with the dictionary." "Dear me!" answered Brian, mechanically. "How unfortunate!" He was not listening to Mrs. Sampson's remarks.
He was a singularly handsome fellow, at a quick glance, under forty years, with curly, blond hair, almost gold, a skin very fair for that country, and the keenest, clearest, boldest blue eyes I had ever seen in a man. "You're Russ, I reckon," he said. "Some of my men have seen you ridin' round with Sampson's girls. I'm Jack Blome." He did not speak that name with any flaunt or flourish.
In Miss Sampson's smile and "Good morning, Russ," there was not the slightest discoverable sign that I was not to serve her indefinitely. It was as I had expected she knew nothing of Wright's discharging me in her name. "Miss Sampson," I said, in dismay, "what have I done? Why did you let me go?" She looked astonished. "Russ, I don't understand you." "Why did you discharge me?"
AT sight of Sampson's placard Mr. Hardie was seized with a tremor that suspended the razor in mid air: he opened the window, and glared at the doctor's notice. At this moment he himself was a picture: not unlike those half cleaned portraits the picture restorers hang out as specimens of their art. "Insolent interfering fool," he muttered, and began to walk the room in agitation.
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