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"For no dog or other animal could carry away every stone," said Hal. "Anyhow a dog wouldn't want them, nor a fox either. It was the tramps all right." "Maybe they wouldn't like us to go to the cave and get the stones back," suggested Ted. "Well, the tramps can't have the blue stones," said Hal, shaking his head. "We found 'em, and they're Trouble's.
But not for long, for in a little while he heard of an old organist who had taken up Martin's role a meddlesome busybody who fished in troubled waters, for the trouble's sake. What had such a mean man as this to do with lands, and titles, and coats of arms? And yet this man was talking under his breath in Cullerne of crimes, and clues, and retribution near at hand.
The trouble's over, but it's something you can't stand by me in, I guess. You know that girl I wrote to you about the one I met at the college tea, and " "Yes! Miss Lynde!" "Come on! We can't stay here talking. Let's go down and sit on your porch."
He was hurt and oh, I can't help seeing it his way, Fred. He says we've been club gossip all summer and he didn't know it, and now he understands snatches of conversation he's caught and veiled hints people have dropped about me. He's mighty angry, Fred, and he loves me and I love him rather." Gedney nodded slowly and half closed his eyes. "Yes," he said "yes, my trouble's like yours.
Robin, I say, is growing to be an industrious man again, and he can get a living well. If he had stopped a half-dazed-do-nothing, he might have wanted that, or some other help; but it isn't so. His trouble's at rest, and his old energies are coming back to him. It seems to have left my mind at leisure, sir; and I can go away, praying for the souls of my poor daughter and of Frederick Massingbird."
And the root of the whole trouble's in their debased personal ideals, don't you see? 'Get on' at all costs, that's the motto: slapping their money in their neighbors' faces and shouting, 'Here's what counts! spreading their degraded standards by example through the community yellow materialism gone mad.... Oh, I know! I know it isn't your slave-driving captains only.
"I don't need to be rescued!" " to rescue you take you back to Tarsus, where you'll be safe until the trouble's over and then hurry to the help of our own man." "Who is your own man? Tell me about him." "He's a prince." "Really?" "No, really an earl Earl of Montdidier. White. White all through to the wish-bone. Whitest man I ever camped with. He's the goods."
Lorna went a little way, as if she would not think of me nor care for one so careless; and all my heart gave a sudden jump, to go like a mad thing after her; until she turned of her own accord, and with a little sigh came back to me. Her eyes were soft with trouble's shadow, and the proud lift of her neck was gone, and beauty's vanity borne down by woman's want of sustenance.
"But hit's this," Rome went on in an unsteady tone, "that he talks most about, 'n' I'm sorry myself that trouble's a-comm'." He dropped all pretence now. "I've been a-watchin' fer ye over thar on t' other shore a good deal lately. I didn't know ye at fust, Marthy" he spoke her name for the first time "'n' Gabe says y'u didn't know me.
For a brief interval the explosions continued to sound all around them. But presently Jack was enabled to breathe easily again. They had climbed beyond the range of the German guns, no matter how heavily charged; and, besides this, they sped along rapidly, so that the Hun lines were soon left behind. "Trouble's past. Admiral signaling keep on this level, Tom!" called out the observer.
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