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"Yes," he said, "I know him about as well as anybody outside of Trumet does. I ain't sure that anybody really knows him all the way through. Queer!" he chuckled. "Well, yes you might say Sol Cobb was queer and you wouldn't be strainin' the truth enough to start a plank. He's all that and then consider'ble." "What sort of a man is he?" "Sol? Hum!
"I've watched so long for you," she sighed out; "all these months I've sat there at the window, strainin' my eyes into the dark. Oh, you don't know, Richard, you won't never know!" Barney trembled with Sylvia's sobs. He sat with a serious shamefacedness, his arm around the poor bony waist, staring over the faded fair head, which had never lain on any lover's breast except in dreams.
Pers'n'ly, I feel like a tiger strainin' at his chain, and I'd like orders to go ahead." "Tiger, hey?" remarked the Cap'n, looking him up and down. "I knowed you reminded me of something, but I didn't know what, before. Now, if them wimmen " he began with decision, but broke off to stare through the town-office window. Mr. Nute stepped from the door to take observation, too.
I'd allus heard 'at he was a rip-snortin' screamer, an' here he was talkin' low an' level like, as if he was conversin' about the weather; but when I looked into Monody's face an' saw it gray an' quivery, I knew 'at Brophy wasn't no bluffer, whether he yelled or whether he whispered. I moved about an inch 'cause my leg was strainin', an' three guns dropped on me. "Don't try nothin'," sez Brophy.
And though they're strainin' mighty earnest not to be tame, they're goin' back to Sunk Creek with me accordin' to the Judge's awders. Never a calf of them will desert to Rawhide, for all their dangerousness; nor I ain't goin' to have any fuss over it. Only one is left now that don't sing. Maybe I will have to make some arrangements about him.
"If they are as beet out as we be they'd be glad to set down on anything a Conference or anything else." And I sez, a-wipin' the presperatin of hard labor from my forwerd, "For the land's sake! Yes! I should think so." And then with giddy heads and strainin' armpits we tackled the meetin' house agin.
Hatch used to sit for hours, strainin' her eyes back of us, toward St. Joe," Mrs. Cortelyou said, sighing. "But there was plenty of trouble ahead, for all of us, too! It's a life of sorrow." "You never said a truer word than that," Mrs. Lancaster agreed mournfully. And the talk came about once more to the Harding funeral.
Seems shy and bashful too, except when she snuggles up on the lee side of Marjorie and trails off with her. The particular party I was strainin' my eyesight for ain't in evidence, though, and all the hint I gets of her bein' there was hearin' a ripply laugh at the far end of the hallway when she and Marjorie go to a fond clinch. That was some comfort, though, she was in the house!
"If they are as beet out as we be they'd be glad to set down on anything a Conference or anything else." And I sez, a-wipin' the presperatin of hard labor from my forwerd, "For the land's sake! Yes! I should think so." And then with giddy heads and strainin' armpits we tackled the meetin' house agin.
"Well, we stood there, me and Mary, strainin' our eyes tryin' to see into the dark corners, and all at once the meanin' of it come over me like a flash: Harvey was a miser!" Aunt Jane stopped, took off her glasses and polished them on the hem of her gingham apron.
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