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Polly's musing was interrupted by the return of Buck McKee. "Is Bud Lane over yere?" he asked. "You must have passed him just now. He's just got in from night-herdin'." "I thought I seed him comin' this way. When's the weddin'-bells goin' to ring?" Polly flushed. "Next month. Then you'll lose Bud's company fer good," she answered defiantly. "Well, I ain't been doin' him much good," Buck assented.
I like 'em frisky, but I like 'em cautious. That's where you made a hit with me. Little of both. Them that nibble too easy ain't worth the catch." She reached out the other hand, covering his with her both. "You're talkin' weddin'-bells, Lew?" He regarded her, the ash of his cigar falling and scattering down his waistcoat. "What bells?" "Weddin', Lew." Her voice was as thin as a reed.
'T will all be well enough when she turns her back on the church-door an' hears the weddin'-bells a-clashing for her future joy. Doan't you come nigh her much during the next few weeks." "Two," corrected Mr. Grimbal, moodily. "Eh! Awnly two! Well, 't is gert darkness for me, I promise you gert darkness comin' for Monks Barton wi'out the butivul sound an' sight of her no more.
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