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For a moment it cam into my held that maybe he was walkin' in his sleep, but as he cam towards me I could see the glint o' the licht in his e'en, and his face was a' twistin', like a man that's in sair distress o' mind. On my conscience, it gies me the shakes noo when I think o' his tall figure and his yelley face comin' sae solemn and silent doon the lang, lone passage.
I'd ruther have 'em stick a speer through my side time an' time agin 'an have it go on with Sally like it is. You'd better do what I ask, fer it's makin' a reg'lar devil out o' me. I feel it comin' on, an' I won't be fit fer no place but hell fire. I jest cayn't see no sense, jestice, nur reason in my pore little child lyin' in her bed an' twistin' with sech trouble.
"You're twistin' my words, Jake," the father went on, an anxious desire to propitiate frowning out of the wrinkled face. "I ain't sayin' a word against you. I'm explainin' howcome I to feel like I do. Since I bumped into that accident in the Park " Houck's ill-natured laugh cut the sentence. It was a jangled dissonance without mirth. "What accident?" he jeered. "Why when I got into the trouble "
"An' I don't wonder; for I don't believe even Kit Carson himself could have kept on our trail through all them short twistin' gulches an' thick woods, through which we've ben passin' for th' past tew days.
"I would be rastlin' it out last night, an' thinkin' how He'd been workin' an' turnin' an' twistin' things for the good o' the poor McIntyre body, an' the poor bits o' things Jake Sawyer adopted. I would be rastlin' it all out, an' mind ye listen to this He wouldn't be doin' it by Himself." His eyes shone like living amber. "Oh, no, indeed.
"Musha, now, but 'tis the foin, handsome man ye are, an' ye've a gintleman's face on ye, bedad ye have, an," here she showed a halfpenny in her withered claw, "this is all I got since I kem out, and me that's twistin' wid the rummatacks like the divil on a hot griddle; the holy Mother o' God knows its thrue, an' me ould man, that's seventy or eighty or more the divil a one o' him knows his own age he's that sick an' bad, an' that wake intirely, that he couldn't lift a herrin' wid a pair o' hot tongs; 'tis an ulster he has, that does be ruinin' him, the docthor says; bad luck to it for an ulster wid a powltice, an' he's growlin' that he has no tobacky, God help him.
When I think of her sittin' there, white as a sheet, and lookin' at me with those big eyes of hers, her fingers twistin' and untwistin' in her lap a way her mother used to have when she was troubled and every word I spoke soundin' so cruel and and " She paused once more. I did not speak. Soon she recovered and went on.
"Well, Ham, if you don't know, I don't know how I am to convince you." "Hold on. Don't go twistin' around that way you make me dizzy." He lowered his voice confidentially, although there was no one within five walls of them. "I know the difference between a gold brick and a government bond, anyhow. I believe bucking the railroad's going to pay in a year or so.
"Well, Ham, if you don't know, I don't know how I am to convince you." "Hold on. Don't go twistin' around that way you make me dizzy." He lowered his voice confidentially, although there was no one within five walls of them. "I know the difference between a gold brick and a government bond, anyhow. I believe bucking the railroad's going to pay in a year or so.
They ketch a fellow in places like this when it's gettin' on towards midnight, and about daylight it's almost as bad." "What are they like?" asked Hughie, upon whom the spell of the forest lay. "Oh, mighty queer. Always crawl up on your back, and ye can't help twistin' round." Hughie glanced at Thomas and was at once relieved. "Oh, pshaw! Billy Jack, you can't fool me. I know you."
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