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We've had an ideal time of it together but isn't it Shakespeare who says 'These violent delights have violent ends'? My work calls me to Algiers yours keeps you in London therefore we must part but we shall meet again some day I hope..." She slowly rose to her feet, her sobbing ceased. "Then you never loved me?" she said "It was all a lie?"
Yours with much love, Con. October 13th, 1916. DEAR ONES: I have only time to write and assure you that I am safe. We're living in trenches at present I have my sleeping bag placed on a stretcher to keep it fairly dry. By the time you get this we expect to be having a rest, as we've been hard at it now for an unusually long time.
Staniford stared at him with eyes of lack-lustre indifference, and waited for him to be gone. But he lingered to say, "You would laugh to see what a sea-bird our lady is! She hasn't been sick a minute. And Hicks, you'll be glad to know, is behaving himself very well. Really, I don't think we've done the fellow justice.
'Except, said Robert, 'that we shall have more things to remember and be sorry we haven't got. 'Mother's going to send away the carpet as soon as she's well enough to see about that coconut matting. Fancy us with coconut-matting us! And we've walked under live coconut-trees on the island where you can't have whooping-cough.
"We've got to before we're too weak to do it," replied Clayton. "He'd be awful by tomorrow, after a day under that broiling sun." "Better leave well enough alone," grumbled Wilson. "We may need him before tomorrow." Slowly the meaning of the man's words percolated into Clayton's understanding. At last he realized the fellow's reason for objecting to the disposal of the dead man.
" You see, the trouble is that we've got all this baggage to lug 'round, when it's about as much as we can do to get along ourselves." "Why don't you leave the things somewhere? You never can find the man that owns 'em, even if you carry them all the way back to New York," said little Ned, sensibly.
I'd only heard him speak like that once before, in the magistrate's room at the police court, after the murder charge was dismissed. "Nothing; except that we've had a beastly crossing," I answered, with a poor attempt at jauntiness. "Where have you come from, Russia?" he demanded. I nodded. "H'm! So you went back, after all. I thought as much! Who's had your copy?"
"Yes it's almost a pity we've made up our minds to stick to this boat," answered Harris; and then there was silence for a while.
Say, Bill, you're a little twisted, aren't you? Better go back over the last month or two and think it over. We, being partners, are working up in the Coeur d'Alenes. Our prospect pinches out. We've got just seven hundred left between us on the day we bring the drills and hammers back, throw them in the corner of the cabin, and say 'We're on a dead one.
"One or another pair of eyes is on us every minute except at night." "Therefore we must do it at night," he answered. "That's easy." "We've got to think that if they catch us we may not be so well treated afterward," said Jeff. "That's the business risk we must take. I'm going if I break my neck." There was no changing him. The rope problem was not easy.
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