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Diarmid was a widower and Moira was a widow. Diarmid's boy was Filion and Moira's girl was Fiona, an' the troubles of the two'd make a book for ivry day of the week, an' two for Sunday. An' the way that St.
"What'll you tell Bostil?" asked Slone, half beside himself. "I'm consarned if I know," replied Holley. "Mebbe I'll think of some idee. I'll go back now. An' say, son, I reckon you'd better hang close to home. If you meet Bostil down in the village you two'd clash sure. I'll come up soon, but it'll be after dark." "Holley, all this is is good of you," said Slone. "I I'll "
"That's funny" echoed Harley P. "I gathered from what you told me in San Pasqual that you two'd never met up, an' they tell me that durin' the hold-up McGraw was behind a wall an' wearin' a mask. You're sure some recognizer, Mr. Carey." "We had met prior to the hold-up and subsequent to my conversation with you in San Pasqual." "Still the bet goes as she lays" repeated Mr. Hennage.
"I got hold o' Mis' Sykes an' Mame Holcomb, an' told 'em quiet. 'Somethin's the matter outside there, I says to 'em, kind o' warnin', 'an' I thought you two'd ought to know it. An' we all three come 'round by the entry door, careless, an listened. An' the noise kep' up, kind o' soft an' obstinate, an' we couldn't make it out.
Ninian would be sure to chaff him about it.... "Oh, not yet!..." he began, but he was too late. Ninian had come up to them, grumbling, "I thought you two'd started to leg it to Rumpell's...." Mary seized his arm and pressed it tightly. "Quinny and me are going to get married," she said. "Silly asses," said Ninian. "Come on, here's the train in!"
First the judge'd beat the general, and then the general'd put in a big effort and give it to the judge, and the two'd be about even for a while, and all of a sudden the general would give a kinder jerk or two and leave the judge just nowhere, and by the time the general passed the third quarter the judge keeled over against the fence and gave in.
"You haven't found out who it is, aunt?" "You've been with Mrs. Duffer, I suppose. You two'd put your heads together for a week, and then would know nothing." It was not till quite the last thing at night that she told her secret. "He was a peer! He was Lord 'Ampstead!" "A peer!" "He was Lord 'Ampstead, I tell you," said Mrs. Demijohn.
Judson bit the end from his cigar, but he forbore to light it. The Red Desert had not entirely effaced his sense of the respect due to a superintendent riding in his own private car. "It's a queer sort of a mix-up, Mr. Lidgerwood," he said, fingering the cigar tenderly. "Knowin' what's what, as some of us do, you'd say them two'd never get together, unless it was to cut each other's throats."
"Oh, not at all," said Statira. She became rather quieter, till 'Manda Grier came back. 'Manda Grier burst into the room, with a key in one hand and a lamp in the other. "Well, I knew you two'd be holdin' Quaker's meetin'." "We hain't at all! How d'you know we have? Have we, Mr. Barker?" returned Statira, in simultaneous admission and denial.
Lyons, "and Crofton and I out in the cold and rain looking for votes?" "Why, blast your soul," said Mr. Henchy, "I'd get more votes in five minutes than you two'd get in a week." "Open two bottles of stout, Jack," said Mr. O'Connor. "How can I?" said the old man, "when there's no corkscrew?" "Wait now, wait now!" said Mr. Henchy, getting up quickly. "Did you ever see this little trick?"
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