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I seen a giant and a lady with a fine chance of bushy white hair in the other tent. I got the shoat and crawled out from under the canvas again without him squeakin' as loud as a mouse. I put him under my coat, and I must have passed a hundred folks before I got out where the streets was dark. I reckon I wouldn't sell that shoat, Jeff.
'Twas a evil day, Thomas Chirgwin, when I fust seed them o' your blood an ill hour, an' you drives it red-hot into my brain with your actions. Bad, bad you be bad as that lyin', false, lost sinner theer a-draggin' out your cant o' forgiveness an' foolin' a damned sawl wi' falsehoods. You knaws wheer she'm gwaine; an' your squeakin', time-servin' passon knaws; an' you both tells her differ'nt!"
Chase appeared, his arms dripping soapsuds. "What do you want, callin' me out of my name?" he demanded. "Want to know what started you singin' about blessin's? Fust I thought 'twas the weathervane squeakin'. What tuned you up, eh?" Isaiah looked rather foolish, but he grinned. "I was thinkin' about Mary-'Gusta," he said. "You was, eh?
'You vait, bellowed a guttural voice. 'Us vind you op quick! 'Vind op squeak, an' squeakin', retorted Private Robinson. The German reply was drowned in a burst of new song which ran like wild-fire the length of the German trench. A note of fierce passion rang in the voices, and the Towers sat listening in silence. 'Dunno wot it is, said one.
"Well well, 'twas 'twas " desperately, "'twas the squeakin' and and squealin'." "Squeakin' and squealin'? Gracious king! What are you talkin' about?" "Why the the mills, you know. The mills and vanes outside on on the posts and the fence. They squeaked and and sometimes they squealed awful. And he didn't like it." "Who didn't?" "Colonel Davidson.
I was glad to hear that; a tune in undertone, like waves slowly, softly breaking. "She used ter play fifteen different tunes when we first had her," said Captain Pharo pensively; "but she got to squeakin', an' so we had Leezur up to ile 'er, an' ever sence she 's played one tune fifteen times! Poo! poo! hohum! Wal, wal Shouldn't care so much, though, ef 'twas only 'The Wracker's Darter.
His shaggy head bent lower over his violin. He heard her shoes drop-one, two. Pretty soon she called: "Come, put up that squeakin' old fiddle and go to bed. Seems as if you orta have sense enough not to set there keepin' everybody in the house awake." "You hush up," retorted he. "I'll come when I git ready, not till. I'll be glad when you're gone-" "Yes, I warrant that."
From start to finish you've been stung." He turned mockingly to Banule: "As we know, Alphy, generally there's a kind of honor among crooks that keeps us from squeakin' on each other, but that little speech of yourn about takin' a turn of a las' rope round my neck kind of put me on the prod.
"'Tis for the young birds somewheers," he thought; "an' so they'll thrive an' turn out braave owlets come bimebye; but the li'l, squeakin', blind shrews, what'll they do when no mother comes home-along to 'em?" He mused drearily upon this theme, but suddenly started, for there came the echo of slow steps in the underwood behind him.
"No; I borrered it, an' brung it back an left it in the door." "Did you undo the fastenings of the outside door?" "Yis, an' I did 'em up agin." "Did you break down the grated door?" "I remember about somethin' squeakin' an' givin' 'way," replied Jim, with a smile. "It was purty dark, an' I couldn't see 'xactly what was a goin' on." "Oh you couldn't!
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