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Ripples of mirth waved along his chest and convulsed his face, but still he did not laugh. "Go in and tell them things to Donnegan," he said. "But don't ask me to wake him up. He's sleepin' soun' an' fas'. Like a baby; mostly, he sleeps every day to get rested up for the night. Now, can't you-all wait till Donnegan wakes up tonight? No?
I was just thinkin' maybe somebody else was sleepin' there already." She handed over the matches and Jim pushed open the door and entered, feeling carefully for rotten boards in the decayed flooring.
"You bet I c'n answer," said Alf bravely, blinking his blear eyes. "I was in Tinkletown." "What were you doin' that night?" "I was sleepin'." "At what time? Keerful now, don't lie." "What time o' night did they leave her on your porch?" demanded Alf in turn. "It was jest half past 'leven." "You're right, Anderson. That's jest the time I was asleep." "C'n you prove it? Got witnesses?"
"Are they all dead?" she whispered. "Dead! Shurely not. It's the regiment sleepin'," she was told. They passed between these rows for a little distance. "This is him," said Dennis, "sleepin' like a babby." Dennis turned his back and began to describe the explosion to Mrs. D'Alloi and Watts.
Pow'ful good sleepers you are." "Yes," said Harry. "We're two of the original Seven Sleepers." "I don't doubt that you are two, but they wuz more'n seven." "How do you know?" "'Cause at least seven thousand in this train have been sleepin' as hard as you wuz. I guess you mean the 'rig'nal Seventy Thousand Sleepers." Harry's spirits had returned after his long sleep. He was a lad again.
He tells that to every stranger, every stranger larfs, and the two parsons larf, and the old 'Sir' larfs so, he wakes up an old sleepin' cough that most breaks his ribs, and Thomas is set up for a character. "Well, arter servants is gone, and women folks made themselves scarce, we haul up closer to the table, have more room for legs, and then comes the most interestin' part.
'Now, my darlin', I know you 'm a brave gal, and can act accordin' when there's rayson for it. I've got a plan as 'll save you yet, if on'y you've got the courage. Julia's clasped hands and eager look encouraged her to proceed. 'My dear, you remember Romeo and Juliet? You remember how Juliet got the sleepin' draught an' took it? 'Julia's look was one of wonder, pure and simple, now.
"Oh, dry up, Pink," cried Bud. "You-all make me feel like Ah had the constable after me now, 'n Lawd knows hit ain' me that's raced 'em through these woods." Pink acknowledged the shot with a grunt. Melissa rose to go, and Bud picked up the baby and handed it to her. "Hit's her busy day fo' sleepin', ain' hit?" he said, poking a blunt finger into the soft cheek.
"Have I been sleepin' and dreamin' and you settin' here? Well, I got through with my story, anyhow, before I dropped off." "Surely that isn't all," I said, discontentedly. "What became of Mary Andrews after Harvey died?" Aunt Jane laughed blithely. "No, it ain't all. What's gittin' into me to leave off the endin' of a story?
Bet you half a thick 'un you'd have put someone in clink before this if the murder at The Hollies had been left in your hands." "That's as may be, Mr. Elkin. But this affair seems to have gripped you for fair. You look thoroughly run down. Sleepin' badly?" "Rotten! Hardly got a wink last night." "You shouldn't be out so late. Why, on'y a week ago you were in bed regular at 10.15."
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