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And he added, with the same mock dash, that he didn't mind his situation for himself, being used to taking them as they come; 'twas his missus seemed sort of shamed fer him ... The pleasant-faced young man stood stroking his chin. "Yes yes I can fit you out, I dare say," said he. "I ah have a coat in here that I think'll do you.
Chown's shop was on fire. At dinner-time the politician was faced by his angry wife. "I know what the end of this'll be!" cried Mrs. Chown. "You're ruining your business, that's what you're doing! Who do you think'll come to the shop if they find it full of shouting ragamuffins? They'll all go to Huxtable's, that's what they'll do! I've no patience" "There's no need to declare that!" replied Mr.
Liane Delorme had made much of the chief engineer; though she seemed less likely to talk too much than anyone of the ship's company but Lanyard himself. "And what, Mr. Mussey, if I should admit I am Michael Lanyard?" "Then I'll have something to say to you, something I think'll interest you." "Why not run the risk of interesting me, whoever I may be?"
It had come to be an unwritten law in the Cabbage Patch that as few questions as possible should be asked of strangers. People had come there before who could not give clear accounts of themselves. "Now I'll tell you what I think'll be best," said Mrs. Wiggs, who enjoyed untangling snarls. "Asia kin take Mary up to the fact'ry with her to-morrow, an' see if she kin git her a job.
"Quite right," answered Captain Staunton. "Then there's the prisoners, as we calls 'em men, you know, sir, as has been took out of ships and wouldn't jine the `Brotherhood' I won't say much about them just yet, but there's about half a dozen very likely hands among 'em that I think'll just jump at the chance of getting out of this.
"Uncle Morris said Jim would give us horses to ride," Nat went on. "Well, I guess I can pick 'em out for you," the man said. "One of you boys named Ranger?" "I am," said Jack, "Oh, yes, you're a friend of the old man who was shot," went on the cowboy as he entered the stable. "Well, I'll pick out horses I think'll suit."
When Lucy had finished the tale of her eavesdroppings, the young fellow shook himself and stood erect. 'Well, I am obliged to you, Miss Purcell. And now I'll just go straight off and talk to somebody that I think'll help me. But I'll see you to Market Street first. 'Oh! somebody will see us! she cried in a fever, 'and tell father. 'Not they; I'll keep a look out.
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