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Now thar's Vangerline 'n' Clementine 'n' Everlyne that'd ha' bin showier then Flishyer." "Tom," put in Mr. Doty, with his usual enjoyment of his friend's weakness and strength, "Tom he'd a notion 'bout it. He said it meant som'n 'bout her a'bein' happy, 'n' he 'lowed it'd kinder give her a start in the right direction. It's jes' like Tom. He's full o' notions when he gits started.
There's wimmin there wid cheeks like roses and buthermilk, and a touch that'd make y'r heart pound on y'r ribs; but none that's grander than Heldon's wife. To lave her for that other, standin' hip-high in her shame, is temptin' the fires of Heaven, that basted the sinners o' Sodom." Pierre, pausing between the whiffs of a cigarette, said: "So?
Milly was a mighty pretty woman, and always dressed herself neat and trim, but she'd been goin' around with little Sam in her arms, and her hair was fallin' down, and she looked like any woman'd look that'd carried a heavy baby all day and dragged her dress over a dusty floor.
"Please!" protested Susan. "I count on nobody. I learned long ago not to lean." "Well, leaning isn't exactly a safe position," Sperry admitted. "There never was a perfectly reliable crutch. Tell me your troubles." Susan smilingly shook her head. "That'd be leaning. . . . No, thank you. I've got to think it out for myself. I believed I had arranged for a career for myself.
That ain't all. That'd be the interest on the furniture for four rooms. Divide by four. What's a dollar an' a half divided by four?" "Four into fifteen, three times and three to carry," Saxon recited glibly. "Four into thirty is seven, twenty-eight, two to carry; and two-fourths is one-half. There you are." "Gee! You're the real bear at figures." He hesitated. "I didn't follow you.
I'm in the Duke of Cornwall's Light Infantry, I am, and when I was hit before, they sent me to a military hospital in Inverness. That'd teach you, my lad. This for me every time. You ought to have something to grouse at." "I'm not grousing, you idiot!" said Doggie. "'Ere who's he calling an idjit?" cried the Duke of Cornwall's Light Infantryman, raising himself on his elbow.
The girl, on her part, had been watching him with painful intensity. "You're a new one on me," she told him frankly. "I feel like pinchin' you to see if you're real. Say, tell me: if you're real, are you the sort of guy that'd give twenty-five dollars, for nothin', to a girl he picked up in the street? Or, are you just a softy fool that a girl that picks him up in the streets can trim?
He did nawthin' that was bad; an' yet he was no good at all, at all, just a slow, tired, aisy-goin', shamblin' la-ad, th' sort that'd wrench th' heart iv a father like Ahearn. I dinnaw what he did fin'lly, but wan night he come into my place an' said he'd been turned out be his father an' wanted a place f'r to sleep.
Listen to some of these kickers, a fellow'd think that the farmers ought to run the state and the whole shooting-match probably if they had their way they'd fill up the legislature with a lot of farmers in manure-covered boots yes, and they'd come tell me I was hired on a salary now, and couldn't fix my fees! That'd be fine for you, wouldn't it!" "But why shouldn't they?" "Why?
Look along all the rows. Every tree's that way. See? An' that's just one trick of the Porchugeeze. They got a million like it. They don't need props when the crop's heavy. Why, when we had a heavy crop, we used to use five props to a tree. Now take ten acres of trees. That'd be some several thousan' props. Which cost money, an' labor to put in an' take out every year.
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