Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 24, 2025
Bearse grew impatient. "Have you heard the news about Cap'n Sam?" he repeated. "Say, Shavin's, have you?" The painting went serenely on, but the painter answered. "Well, Gab," he drawled, "I " "Don't call me Gab, I tell you. 'Tain't my name." "Sho! Ain't it?" "You know well enough 'tain't. My name's Gabriel. Call me that or Gabe. I don't like to be called out of my name. But say, Shavin's "
Jed was speechless. Babbitt, looking like a triumphantly vicious Bantam rooster, crowed on. "You don't seem to be quite so sassy and talky as you was when I first came in, Shavin's," he sneered. "Guess likely YOU ain't feelin' well now . . . eh? Do you remember what I told you last time I was in this shop? I told you I'd pay my debts to you and Sam Hunniwell if I waited fifty year.
"Huh?" he grunted in astonishment, as if the possibility had never until that moment occured to him. "Why, say, Jed, don't you like to be called 'Shavin's'?" No answer. A blue collar was added to the white shirt of the sailor. "Don't you, Jed?" repeated Gabe. Mr. Winslow's gaze was lifted from his work and his eyes turned momentarily in the direction of his caller.
Sometimes dey'd pull up at de sho' en take a res' b'fo' dey started acrost, so by de talk I got to know all 'bout de killin'. I 'uz powerful sorry you's killed, Huck, but I ain't no mo' now. "I laid dah under de shavin's all day.
"Now, Phin," he protested, "seems to me " But Babbitt was too excited to heed. His little eyes snapped and his bristling beard quivered. "You hold your horses, Shavin's," he ordered. "I didn't come here to listen to you. I came because I had somethin' to say and when I've said it I'm goin' and goin' quick. My boy's been home. You knew that, I suppose, didn't you?" Jed nodded.
This interesting piece of information was not received with enthusiasm. Mr. Babbitt's sense of humor was not acutely developed. "Never mind the funny business, Shavin's," he snapped. "I didn't come here to be funny to-night. Do you know why I came here to talk to you?" Jed pulled forward a chair and sat down. "I presume likely you came here because you found the door unlocked, Phin," he said.
"I bet you! There's only one Shavin's in Orham." Jed sighed. "There's consider'ble many squealers," he drawled; "some in sties and some runnin' loose." Major Grover, who had appeared to enjoy this dialogue, interrupted it now. "That would seem to settle the spy question," he said. "You may go, all three of you," he added, turning to the carpenters.
It don't make any difference, that part don't. Whatever 'tis it's missin' and I'm going to tell him where to find it. That's real good of me, ain't it? Ain't it, Shavin's; eh?" The little man's malignant spite and evident triumph were actually frightening. And it was quite evident that Jed was frightened. Yet he made an effort not to appear so. "Yes," he agreed. "Yes, yes, seems 's if 'twas.
The consciousness of having just been talking of him, however, of having visited that shop for the express purpose of talking about him, made the explaining process a trifle embarrassing. "Oh, howd'ye do, howd'ye do, Cap'n Hunniwell?" stammered Gabriel. "Nice day, ain't it, sir? Yes, sir, 'tis a nice day. I was just er that is, I just run in to see Shavin's here; to make a little call, you know.
Leander realized it, too. He " "Shut up! Shavin's, you listen to me. I don't forget. All my life I've never forgot. And I ain't never missed gettin' square. I can wait, just as I waited here in the dark over an hour so's to say this to you. I'll get square with you just as I'll get square with Sam Hunniwell. . . . That's all. . . . That's all. . . . DAMN YOU!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking