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I doubt us'll hear he's bin knocked overboard or some sich thing some day; an' them two brothers, they Pritchards, as allus sails 'long wi' Tregenza, they'm that comical-tempered every one knaws. Oh, my God, why couldn' he let the bwoy larn a land trade carpenterin' or sich like?" "But, you see, faither's a rich man, an' some time Tom'll fill his shoes.
"Judge Rutherford's walkin' it right through for him. Tom'll be way ahead of the richest man in Hamlin. Sheby'll be a hairest. Lordy! what a sight it'll be to see 'em come back. Wonder whar they'll build!" In Washington it had begun to be admitted even by the reluctant that the fortunes of the De Willoughby claim seemed to have taken a turn.
"Prob'ly Big Tom'll only pull my ear," he said philosophically. "And he won't do that much, even, if if you'll go along." "Will I!" cried One-Eye. "Wal, it'd take a twenty-mule team t' holt me back!" "Honest?" For this fellow was a wag, and there was no telling what he really meant to do. "If I don't, I'll eat my shaps!" promised One-Eye.
If we get the job, and it pays, I'll hand it back; if we don't, it's for our trouble, that's far, an't it, Marks?" "Certainly, certainly," said Marks, with a conciliatory tone; "it's only a retaining fee, you see, he! he! he! we lawyers, you know. Wal, we must all keep good-natured, keep easy, yer know. Tom'll have the boy for yer, anywhere ye'll name; won't ye, Tom?"
"Oh, don't you feel so bad!" she pleaded. "Just try to remember that we're going away, Johnnie! Mr. Perkins'll take us both, and Big Tom'll never see us again! And I love you, Johnnie, and so does Mrs. Kukor, and Father Pat, and One-Eye, and Mr. Perkins!" "I know!" groaned the boy. "I I'll try t' think." "Mister Perkins!" scoffed the longshoreman. "Who cares about that tony guy?
Big Tom's the greatest Sunday editor that ever happened; and I've got in some good stuff, too." "Of course your obbligato'll be all right," Kitty sighed; "but oh, those etchers and Yes, Big Tom'll do; I never see him fretting the Art Department, like the editor before last, to sketch a one-column earthquake curdling a cup of cream." "How could anybody do that?" cried Helen.
I shouldn't have decided it, if I didn't know it was right. I've a long and difficult day before me. You just hop into the gig, and Tom'll drive you round to see Mrs. Norton or anybody else. Only let me hear by dinner-time that the arrangement is made." "You shall," said Mavis cheerfully. "Thank you, Mav. You're always a trump. You never fail one."
"Yestiddy mornin'. He said he was goin' to start over hyeh early this mornin'." The captain whirled. "What? Then why didn't you git over hyeh this mornin'?" "Couldn't git across the river last night." "Then he's a-comin' to-day?" "I reckon Black Tom'll be hyeh in about two hours mebbe he ain't fer away now." The captain was startled.
"Not but what Beresford's a good lad too. Sand in his craw an' a kick like a mule in his fist. But he was brought up somewheres in the East, an' o' course he's a leetle mite less tough than Tom. No, sir. Tom'll bob up one o' these here days good as ever. Don't you worry none about that. Why, he ain't been gone but lemme see, a week or so better'n four months.
For Mitch said: "We'll try this Old Salem place, and if that doesn't pan out, then we'll go to Hannibal. Tom'll tell us; and if he can't, we'll see his crowd anyway and have a good time. And besides, I'm lookin' forward now to somethin'. I'm goin' to lose Zueline I feel it all through. And if I do, it's time to get away from here and forget."
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