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Nor do he understand Latin, and so is not capable of the place as formerly, now all warrants do run in Latin. Nor is he in Kent, though he be of Deptford parish, his house standing in Surry. However, I did bring him to incline towards it, if he be pressed to take it.
"They would not believe me, my dear Surry; not one would give me credit for a good sentiment or a pure principle! Am I not a drunkard, because my face is burned red by the sun and the wind? And yet I never touched spirit in all my life! I do not know the taste of it! Am I not given to women? And yet, God knows I am innocent, that I recoil in disgust from the very thought!
I can read faces, and I know neither you nor Colonel Surry will get me into trouble." "I will not on my honor." "Nor I," I said. "That is enough, gentlemen; and now I will tell you what you wish to know, General Mohun." As she spoke she closed her eyes, and seemed for some moments to be reflecting. Then opening them again, she gazed, with her calm smile, at Mohun, and said:
"Of the famous supper." "So it is!" "And my inamorata, Surry! I wonder if she is still there?" "Inamorata? What is her other name?" Tom laughed, and began to sing in his gayest voice, "Oh, Katy! Katy! Don't marry any other; You'll break my heart, and kill me dead, And then be hanged for murder!" "That is answer enough," I said, laughing.
You have strangely come to catch many glimpses of those past horrors. On the Rappahannock the words of that woman must have startled you. In the Wilderness my colloquy with the spy revealed more. Lastly, the words of Darke on the night of Swartz's murder must have terribly complicated me in this issue of horrors. I knew that you must know much, and I did not shrink before you, Surry!
And Surry, his neck arched, his ears perked knowingly, stepped out after him with that peculiar, springy gait that speaks eloquently of perfect muscles and a body fairly vibrating with energy; the riata trailed after him, every little tendency towards a kink taken out of it. "Dios! What a caballo is that white one!" Dade heard a Salinas man exclaim, and flushed at the praise.
"I didn't think you noticed it," he said, his voice lowered instinctively because of the temptation to tell the truth, and his glance wandering absently over to the corral opposite, where Surry stood waiting placidly until his master should have need of him. "There has been a regular brick wall between us lately. I felt it myself and I blamed you for it.
"Meaning me?" cried Mrs Partridge, smelling an insult. "You?" said Chook, affecting surprise. "I niver mind yous talkin'. It goes in one ear an' out of the other." Mrs Partridge bounced out of the shop in a rage, but next day she came back to tell Pinkey that she had found the very house in Surry Hills for a shilling a week less rent.
"Keep your eyes open," Dade warned Bill Wilson when he turned to ride back; and Bill nodded understandingly. Bill, for that matter, usually did keep his eyes open, and to such purpose that nothing escaped them. Back at the corral, Dade saw Jack waiting upon Surry in the shade of the adobe wall until the moment came for entering the arena.
Alibi flapped his wings, stretched out his neck, and seemed about to cackle. "I am tired, Alibi," said Nighthawk, briefly, "go to the spring and get me some fresh water. You needn't come back in a hurry, as I wish to talk with Colonel Surry." And Mr. Nighthawk rose, and carelessly sat down near the window, through which he could reconnoitre. The object of this movement was soon evident. Mr.
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