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Many times I tell you not let a man see you want him. But you go ask him marry you before all the people! What you come to me for now?" Bela hung her head in silence. "You got white woman's sickness!" cried the old man with quaint scorn. "Tcha! Love!" "Well, I am 'mos' white," muttered Bela sullenly. "Why you not tell me 'bout this sickness? Then I look out."
At last, very slowly, very bitterly, shaking his head as he spoke. "You fool, you clumsy fool!" he said. Having drawn, as you have seen, my own conclusions from the attitude of the mob, I was in little doubt as to the precise bearing of his words. I answered him sincerely. "If folly were all my guilt," said I, "it would be well." He sniffed impatiently. "Still sanctimonious!" he sneered. "Tcha!
Then, too, he had seen her only obliquely.... He watched her until she passed beyond the window frame. He strained to see impossibly round the corner.... Then he started, frowned, took his pen from his mouth. "This wandering attention!" he said. "The slightest thing! Where was I? Tcha!" He made a noise with his teeth to express his irritation, sat down, and replaced his knees in the upturned box.
Sam did not pause to proffer the desired information. "'Tcha got'ny SENSE!" was the total extent of his vocal preliminaries before flinging himself headlong upon the taunter; and the two boys went to the ground together. Embracing, they rolled, they pommelled, they hammered, they kicked. Alas, this was a fight.
'No, not yet, said Tom, colouring; 'to tell you the truth, I don't think he is likely to be, if if Miss Graham is the object of his passion. 'Tcha, Mr Pinch! cried Charity, with sharp impatience, 'you're very easily deceived. You don't know the arts of which such a creature is capable. Oh! it's a wicked world. 'You are not married? Tom hinted, to divert the conversation.
Beasley had let himself go intending to aggravate, but the other's manner still remained undisturbed. "But this only happens when they're drunk," he said mildly. Beasley's angry impatience broke out. "Tcha'! Drunk or sober it don't make any difference. I tell you the whole camp's on edge over that gal. It only needs a word to set things hummin'. It's that gal!
Ken you hand me a list o' the things you you who ain't got two spare cents to push into the mission box, an' who'd willingly sleep in a hog pen if it weren't for a dandy wife who'd got no more sense than to marry you wouldn't do if I was to hand you out a roll of ten thousand dollars right now cash? Tcha! You think. I know." He turned away in a wave of contemptuous disgust.
Never since the making of the world had any work comparable to this been wrought by the skill of man. Then Pu bade those who aided him that they should feed the furnace well with wood of tcha; but he told his resolve unto none.
"Who's the boss?" demanded Fyles sharply. The man's eyes grinned cunningly. "Why, the feller you're going to get Monday night, with fifty gallons of good rye." Fyles sat up. "Monday night?" Then he went on. "Say, why do you want to put him away?" "Ah." "Well?" Again the half-breed hesitated. Then with a sudden exclamation of impatience his desire for revenge urged him on. "Tcha!
"Guess he'll have wuss'n her when Bob Richards gets around," he said gloomily. "D'you reckon they'll git him with Buck around?" inquired Curly anxiously. "Buck! Tcha!" Beasley's dislike for the moment got the better of his discretion. But he quickly realized his mistake, and proceeded to twist his meaning. "It makes me mad.
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