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Updated: May 16, 2025
"I ain't no Charles Dana Gibson with words. My talk's a little rough and sketchy, I guess. But here's the outline, plain as I can make it. Two thousand a year from Hayden. Twenty thousand in two seconds if you hand that package to me." "No," objected Bland. "I've been honest after a fashion. I can't quite stand for that. I'm working for Hayden." "Don't be a fool," sneered Max.
Caesar wraps his head in his robe: he gets his dig in the ribs for all his attitudinizing. It's very well for a man to talk like that who owns no more than his barebodkin life, poor devil. Tall talk's his jewelry: he must have his dandification in bunkum. You ought to know better. Property and titles are worth having, whether you are "worthy of them" or a disgrace to your class.
"The lad's game," said Cronin, with a commending look at the tall, easy figure by the steps. "But 'tis all like fly-by-night theatricals to me. The talk's bigger than the stage; there's a smell of gasoline in the air, and they're their own audience and scene-shifters."
The blood rushed into his hollow cheeks until they burned, and then he began to cough. "Petersen!" said the woman anxiously, supporting his back. "Petersen!" She sighed and shook her head, while she helped him to struggle through his fit of coughing. "When the talk's about the Court shoemaker Petersen always gets like one possessed," she said, when he had overcome it.
Jed, I " But Jed interrupted. His expression as he listened had been changing like the sky on a windy day in April. "Here, here!" he cried wildly. "What what kind of talk's that? Do do you mean to tell me that Sam Hunniwell never lost that money at all? That all he did was leave it over at Wapatomac?" "Yes, that's just what I mean."
It's my affair I must do it alone. I've only my fantastic need of making my dose stiff." Little Bilham wondered. "What do you call your dose?" "Why what I have to swallow. I want my conditions unmitigated." He had spoken in the tone of talk for talk's sake, and yet with an obscure truth lurking in the loose folds; a circumstance presently not without its effect on his young friend.
The angry red of Captain Talk's face deepened, but before he could speak, I had seen and repeated it: "Northeast by north." Roger smiled. "Go on," he said. "Read the statement."
Suppose the marshal speaks up and says if the talk's all right?" The tall man moved uneasily. He fingered the badge on his breast for a moment, and then he put an arm around the old woman and drew her close to him. She smiled the unchanging mother smile of three-score years, and patted his big brown hand with her crooked, mittened fingers while her son spake.
That's the kind of talk that suits me, but last year there were some forty herds unsold, which were compelled to winter in the North. Not over half the saddle horses that came up the trail last summer were absorbed by these Northern cowmen. Talk's cheap, but it takes money to buy whiskey. Lots of these men are new ones at the business and may lose fortunes.
Frankie Slade up an' made a remark no wuss than he'd been makin' fer days an' Gene tumbled him out of his chair, punched him good, walked all over him. Frankie wasn't hurt so much as he was bewildered. 'Gene, he says, 'what the hell struck you? An' Gene says, kind of sweet like, 'Frankie, you may be a nice feller when you're alone, but your talk's offensive to a gentleman.
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