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"I don't want to be happy. What's that got to do with the thing? If you tell me that there's fifty sovereigns buried at the bottom of Lyne Hill there, I'll go and try to dig the hill away and get at them, because the trouble's worth taking; but I don't see the fun of seeking for what you call happiness." "Well, then, Thomas, how much do you expect to make by trouting to-night?"
All trouble's big to a boy, but one o' your age don't often do what's past mendin', if he takes it honest. That's comfort, hey? Very well: now haul up and inspect damages, and we'll see what's to be done." "It's about a Jew, sir," I stammered at length. He nodded. "Now we're making headway." "He he was murdered. I saw him " "Look here," said Mr.
You had a lot of trouble." "My trouble's all owing to you," she answered passionately. "And I'll thank you to go right now." He put out a hand in expostulation. "Jus' a minute," he begged. "You done me wrong, but I don't hold it ag'in you. Jus' believe I didn't hurt your pa. And I admire you and your sister sure I do. By golly! You're blamed sandy!" "You take big chances to come here."
"When trouble's hatching, I go straight to them and tell them what. They can't get the hang of it. Think I've got some powerful devil-devil medicine." Tom Haggin thrust out his hand in abrupt good-bye, resolutely keeping his eyes from dropping to Jerry in the other's arms. "Keep your eye on my return boys," he cautioned, as he went over the side, "till you land the last mother's son of 'm.
Gyp, who had listened with her head a little bent, raised it suddenly, and said: "There'll be no public disgrace, Mr. Wagge, unless you make it yourself. If you send Daphne Daisy quietly away somewhere till her trouble's over, no one need know anything." Mr.
He thought there might be something in co-operation, in profit-sharing, in some more permanent relationship between the business and the employee. "There isn't," said the employer compactly. "It's just the malice of being inferior against the man in control. It's just the spirit of insubordination and boredom with duty. This trouble's as old as the Devil."
That's the kind of place the Ellis ranch was, and a nice old farm she was, too. "I'd been working there about three months, when along come a man that looked like old man Trouble's only son. Of all the sorrowful faces you ever see, his was the longest and thinnest. It made any other human countenance I ever see look like a nigger-minstrel show.
"Unconscious!" exclaimed Kenny, changing color. "How on earth, Hughie, did he fall?" "I don't know," said Hughie sadly. "He must have climbed out of bed in the night." "But, Hughie, he couldn't!" "He could stagger a step or two," explained Hughie. "Not far. The trouble's in his spine. But he never dragged himself so far before." "How far?" "From his bed to his sitting room.
My poor, poor Pater! simple you were, sure enough, and that's why I loved you; but, Pater, I would have made a man of you, for you'd all the materials, that's the truth and a fine man, too. Where am I to look for you, Pater? Where am I to find you, Pater? You're fast locked up by this time, and all my trouble's gone for nothing. But I'll be locked up too, Pater.
"I won't have the folks say that I talk with a gentleman in out-of-the-way places. It's better on the common road." "As you please," said Dick. "You know what the subject is. I want to know " "What, sir? You said as I was to let you know when trouble came. Now no trouble's come, and there's no need, nor ever will be. She would never take help from you." "Why? She has done me harm enough," he said.
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