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He began again his backward movement from the crowd. "No," he said, "I wouldn' play erroun' hyeah befo' all thethe people, becauthe you wouldn't pay me even ef I won." "Why, of course we would," said the flippant operator; "everybody looks alike to us here." Schwalliger kept moving away, ever and anon sending wistful, inane glances back at his tempter. The bait worked admirably.
Skinner remarked as much to the station-master. Perhaps he saw a certain pregnancy in the station-master's eye. After the briefest hesitation and with a confidential movement of his hand to the side of his mouth he asked if "anything" had happened that day. "How d'yer mean?" said the station-master, a man with a hard, emphatic voice. "Thethe 'ere waptheth and thingth."
"Are thethe what you want, Mith Elting?" she asked. "Yes; bring them here. She is breathing. Faster, Jane, faster!" "Don't pull her armth out by the roootth," warned Tommy. The guardian made no reply. It was a critical moment and Harriet Burrell's life hung on a very slender thread. Return to consciousness was so slow as to seem like no recovery at all.
But Skinner, standing at the bar and drinking his hot gin and water, with one eye roving over the things at the back of the bar and the other fixed on the Absolute, missed the psychological moment. "I thuppothe there 'athen't been any trouble with any of thethe big waptheth to-day anywhere?" he asked, with an elaborate detachment of manner. "Been too busy with your 'ens," said Fulcher.
Thettle that with her when you go back," continued Curson philosophically. "We can talk of that on the way. The thing now ith to get up and get out of thethe woods. Come!" Teresa's only reply was a gesture of scorn. "I know all that," continued Curson half soothingly, "but they're waiting." "Let them wait. I shall not go." "What will you do?" "Stay here till the wolves eat me." "Teresa, listen.
Thettle that with her when you go back," continued Curson philosophically. "We can talk of that on the way. The thing now ith to get up and get out of thethe woods. Come!" Teresa's only reply was a gesture of scorn. "I know all that," continued Curson half soothingly, "but they're waiting." "Let them wait. I shall not go." "What will you do?" "Stay here till the wolves eat me." "Teresa, listen.
"Excuthe me," he said, and his propitiatory smile was expansive and dazzling, "excuthe me buttin' in like thith. It theemth rude, I know it doth theem rude; but the fact of the matter ith I'm a tailor thath's my pithneth, a tailor. When I thay a tailor, I really mean a breecheth-maker tha'th what I mean, a breecheth-maker. Now thethe timeth ith very hard timeth for breecheth-makerth."...
I did it, too, didn't I? I'm not fit to guide a plow, but I never found it out till I tried to pilot this outfit over the hills." "Are thethe the hillth?" questioned Tommy. "Yes, Miss." "Then, excuthe me from the mountainth." "I believe my tumble has cured my sprained ankle," declared Hazel. "I can't feel any pain at all there, except the smart where the skin is broken. Let me put on my boot."
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