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Y-you use your influence with her; g-give her a good talking to; t-tell her what I've told you; and at at the critical moment I'll come in, and then then if we can't manage her between us, it'll be a wonder. The proposition staggered me. 'But, my dear Mr Lindon, I fear that I cannot He cut me short. 'Here she comes!
I r-ran away to escape him but oh Beverley! he's followed me, he was here a moment ago I heard him, I t-tell you! Oh, Beverley, don't l-look as if you thought me m-mad, I'm not! I'm not! I know it's all an illusion, of c-course, but " "Yes," said Barnabas gently, "but what of Cleone?" "Cleone? Oh, God help me, Beverley, she's going to g-give herself to that devil to buy his silence!"
"Yes," said I. And I told them my name. "That's my shirt you've got on, by the way." "T-t-tell him about it, S-S-Spike," said the one at the wheel. "Tell him yourself!" growled the other. "W-Well," said the steersman, giving the wheel a twist, "you s- see... you s-see... oh! I can't t-tell him, it makes me s- stutter so d-darned much!" "Go ahead!" returned Spike.
You wrote of some great danger. Oh, Ronald dear, what is it this time?" "D-danger!" he repeated, and with the word, turned to stare over his shoulder into the dingiest corner: "d-danger, yes, so I am, but t-tell me who it is behind me, in the corner?" "No one, Ronald." "Yes yes there is, I tell you," he whispered, "look again now, d-don't you see him?"
"A-a-afraid nothin'," and Stutter's freckled face became instantly as rosy as his admired hair, "b-but I t-tell ye, miss, it's a-a-all d-dirt down th-there, an' not f-f-fit fer no lady ter t-t-traipse round in." The temptress, never once doubting her power, smiled most bewitchingly, her hands eloquent. "You vas good boy, just like I tink; I wear dis ol' coat see; an' den I turn up de skirt, so.
"Well, damn you, Texas man, I w-want to t-tell you right now that you're talkin' blasphemy when you say you're n-no good. The good Lord made you, didn't He? D-d' you reckon I'm goin' to let you stand up there an' claim He did a pore job? No, sir. Trouble with you is you go an' bury yore talent instead of w-whalin' the stuffin' outa that Jake Houck fellow."
"Why do you ask me that?" she questioned, for the moment uncertain how to answer him. "I scarcely know her; I know almost nothing regarding her life." "Y-you, you are a w-woman, Miss," he insisted, doggedly, "an', I t-take it, a woman who will u-understand such th-th-things. T-tell me, is she on the squar?" "Yes," she responded, warmly.
"Didn't I didn't I t-tell you it was him?" burst forth Pem, with all the vehemence of a little spring torrent, in Una's ear as she caught the ring of the chaffing voice which had railed at the Fates for "wishing a wreck on" to unoffending youth, and was so boldly challenging them now.
S-Spike c-c-clung on to the wheel, and held her on her c-course, and we c-crouched down there, waiting for the old b-brute to b-b-blaze away. But he c-couldn't s-see us, and so there wasn't anyone for him to f-fire at. M-M-Maybe it was all b-b-bluff, b-but we didn't intend to s-stand up and t-try it, I t-tell you' After about t-ten minutes we p-p-peeked over the rail, and they were w-way b-back.
Martha paused, regarding him and his question with due concern. "Tell?" "Are y-you going to t-tell on me, t-to ev-everybody? Are y-you going to t-tell S-Sammy?" "Shoor I'm not! I'm a perfect lady! I always keep such little affairs with my gen'lemen friends strickly confidential. Besides Sammy has troubles of his own."
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