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Jinnie pulled aside her jacket. "No, but he's breathing awful hard. It hurts him to try to live. I want to get home quick so Peggy can do something for him." "I'll hurry, then," replied Mr. King, and when he saw Lafe's face in the window, he again addressed her: "You'd better try to smile a little, Miss Jinnie, or your uncle'll be frightened."
"Sure's I'm alive you be," the mole answered; "yer uncle'll tell it you with all de lawyer's reasons to-morrow morning as sure's sure. Come along, den. Dere ain't no time to lose." So Dickie went down on his hands and knees, and crept down the mole tunnel of soft, sweet-smelling earth, and then along, and then up and there they were in the courtyard. There, too, were Edred and Elfrida.
"You can't get me off this yacht," she raid steadily; "and you haven't got very much sense if you think you'll get far with it. My uncle'll have wirelesses zigzagging all over this ocean by half past six." "Hm." She looked quickly at his face, caught anxiety stamped there plainly in the faintest depression of the mouth's corners. "It's all the same to me," she said, shrugging her shoulders.
I ... I was staggered that time ... I ... I never got my foothold again. The balance is against me, John!..." Mrs. MacDermott came into the room. "It's time you went to your bed, son," she said, "and your Uncle'll want to get to sleep, mebbe. Are you all right, Matt?" "I'm nicely, thank you, Hannah!" John got up from his seat and said "Good-night!" to his Uncle. "Good-night, John.
And that's all I know," concluded Mrs. Pratt, rising, "and if it's any use to you, you're welcome, and hopeful I am that your poor uncle'll be found, Miss, for a nicer gentleman I could never wish to meet!" Mrs. Pratt departed amidst expressions of gratitude and police admonitions to keep her news to herself for awhile, and Betty and Neale turned eagerly to the famous detective.
How much do you want?" "Well, at four seventy we'll take twenty thousand barrels." "By Jove!" said Mr. Spillikins; "twenty thousand barrels. Gad! you want a lot, don't you? Pretty big sale, eh, for a beginner like me? I guess uncle'll be tickled to death." So tickled was he that after a few weeks of oil-selling Mr. Boulder urged Mr.
But I'll tell 'e so soon's I've tawld Uncle Thomas." "He'm in the croft somewheers. Better bide till dinner. Uncle'll be back by then." "I caan't, Mary not till I've spoke wi' en. I'll gaw long down Green Lane, then I shall meet en for sure. An' if a box o' mine comes by the omblibus, 'tis right." "A box! Whatever is there in it, Joan?" "All's I've gotten in the world leastways nearly.
"Put up, or shut up," he said, drawing a borrowed five dollar note out of his pocket and glaring at Thad. The slim youth did not respond. "He's afraid to bet," jeered the daughter. "Hasn't got the nerve, or the money." "I ain't afraid to bet." Thad brought forth a like amount in bills. "Uncle'll hold the stakes.
But your uncle'll be all right there." For the first time in her life Susan did not close her eyes in sleep. The young doctor was so moved by her worn appearance that he impulsively said: "Have you some troubles you've said nothing about? Please don't hesitate to tell me." "Oh, you needn't worry about me," replied she. "I simply didn't sleep that's all.
The doctor permitted himself the ejaculation. "Good-night, you two dear people," the girl went on, with a forced attempt at cheerfulness. "I guess uncle'll be home by now, so I'll be off." "Yes, he left the saloon with me," said Doctor Abbot, shaking hands and walking towards the door. "You'll just about catch him." The girl kissed the old lady and passed out.
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