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He was maddened at the sting and despite of his own littleness in the face of that greatness. Suddenly a wild impulse of rebellion that was almost blasphemy seized him. He clinched a puny fist at a great star. "Wish I could make you stop shinin'," he cried out, in a loud, fierce voice; "wish I could do somethin'!" Suddenly Jerome was hemmed in by a cloud of witnesses.
The old woman resented the thought of any deformity about her darling. "I did n' say she had nothin' but jes' that you know. My beauty have anything ugly? She's the beautifullest-shaped lady that ever had a shinin' silk gown drawed over her shoulders. On'y she a'n't like no other woman in none of her ways. She don't cry 'n' laugh like other women.
A green lawn, rosy flower beds, a pretty cottage, faces at the windows, agin darkness swallowed it up, and broad and brilliant the great shaft of light lay on the blackness, and on the shinin' water fur ahead a boat stood out vivid.
He was serious, and Clo began to grow dizzy at the thought of so many conquests crowding upon her at once. "I jis' b'lieve he's a sarpint in disguise," said Dolf, with great energy; "one ob de wust kind of old he ones." "Laws, Mr. Dolf, don't say sich things; he's a shinin' light in de sanctumary, I'se certain."
"Here's your good man outside, waitin' for you, I guess; his horse is a leetle skittish. What ails your mother?" "My mother?" "Yes. Josh says you see, I've bin down to mill to git some rye ground, and he was there; and what's more, he had the start of me, and I had to wait for him, or I wouldn't ha' stood there chatterin' while the sun was shinin' like it is to-day; that ain't my way.
Redder and redder flushed Pat's cheeks, seeing which the widow adroitly drew the general attention to her second son. "And here's the chance for Moike," she said, going busily on with her work. "Will you be makin' the beds and kapin' things shinin' and doin' the cookin' for us all?" "You know I will, mother." The little woman smiled. "Sure and I knowed you would. I jist asked you.
You come into my gyarden about the first o' next November, child, some evenin' when the sun's goin' down, and you'll see the white ones lookin' like stars, and the yeller ones shinin' like big gold lamps in the dusk; and when the last light o' the sun strikes the red ones, they look like cups o' wine, and some of 'em turn to colors that there ain't any names for.
“You’ll take me to his grave, won’t you Grégoire,” she entreated. “Well, not this evenin’ I reckon not. It’ll have to be broad day, an’ the sun shinin’ mighty bright w’en I take you to ole McFarlane’s grave.”
And then, quite as though their destiny wished it made plain that not yet had the time come for them to devote exclusively to themselves, Barbee rode down toward them, spurring through the last of the fleeing herd, shouting: "There's a dozen men ridin' this way an' ridin' like ! An' the firelight's shinin' on their guns; every man's totin' one.
"What is it?" asked the charcoal burner. "A gold eagle, ten dollars." "I've heard of 'em, but it's the first I've ever seed. I'm bound to say I regard that shinin' coin with a pow'ful sight o' respeck. But if I take it I'm makin' three dollars. Them clothes o' mine jest cost seven dollars an' I've wore 'em four times."
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