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But at the moment I had no such ray of comfort and, full of rage and shame, I dashed the paper down before Mackaye. "How shall I answer him? What shall I say?" The old man read it all through, with a grim saturnine smile. "Hoolie, hoolie, speech, is o' silver silence is o' gold says Thomas Carlyle, anent this an' ither matters. Wha'd be fashed wi' sic blethers?
There was something gruesome, uncanny, about the way her fingers went their own way over the defenseless keys. Her conversation with the frowzy little girl went on. "Wha'd he say?" "Oh, he laffed." "Well, didja go?" "Me! Well, whutya think I yam, anyway?" "I woulda took a chanst." The fat man rebelled. "Look here! Get busy! What are you paid for? Talkin' or playin'? Huh?"
And now, sheltering my eyes from the stinging wind, I saw what I had been too blind to see as we approached Mrs. Apperthwaite's. Beasley's house WAS illuminated; every window, up stairs and down, was aglow with rosy light. That was luminously evident, although the shades were lowered. "Look at that!" Peck turned to Dowden, giggling triumphantly. "Wha'd I tell you! How do you feel about it NOW?"
He generally knows what's goin' on., "Knows he registered from Pittsfield, Mass., an' that's all. Say, that's a mighty smart-lookin' woman o' his." "Vance always sees how the women look, Where'd you see her?" "Came in here the other day to look up prices." "Wha'd she say 'bout settlin'?" "Hadn't decided yet." "He's too slick to have much business in him. That waxed mustache gives 'im away."
Wha'd you ?" Allie's voice failed her completely, she groped at her throat, uttering unintelligible, animal-like sounds. "Why, Allie, you're mad! And after all he done for me an' you," Mrs. Briskow cried, accusingly. "You oughter be ashamed." "Sure! Didn't he make us twenty-four thousan' dollars, where we wouldn't of got nothin'? An' us rich as we are, an' him broke? I'm supprised at you."
Every one sending him fat checks unbeknownst to the others. Even Juliana! I never did suspect her. 'I did it because it's all a romance to him, says she. 'I wanted him to go his way, whatever it was, and find it bright. "Wha'd you think of that from a girl of forty-eight or so that can tinker a mowing machine as good as you can? I ask you! Of course I'd suspected the rest. A set of mushheads.
Say, he likes to do the chasing himself. Ain't that the truth?" "You tell 'em!" agreed Ma. A great jovial laugh shook her. Heavy-footed now, but light of heart. Suddenly: "I'm thinking of going to night school. Learn something. I don't know nothing." "You do, too, Dewey!" "Aw, wha'd I know? I never had enough schooling. Wished I had." "Who's doings was it? You wouldn't stay.
She didn't know wha'd happen but he just stared at her an' says, 'You give me some water an' stop talkin'." "Do you think he will die?" asked Mary. "Mother says there's no reason why any child should live that gets no fresh air an' doesn't do nothin' but lie on his back an' read picture-books an' take medicine.
Ye're juist to stand here a' the day an' say to ilka body wha spiers for the dog: 'Ay, sir, Greyfriars Bobby's been leevin' i' the kirkyaird aucht years an' mair, an' Maister Traill's aye fed 'im i' the dining-rooms. Ay, the case was dismissed i' the Burgh coort. The Laird Provost gied a collar to the bit Skye because there's a meddlin' fule or twa amang the Burgh police wha'd be takin' 'im up.
Then when her father had repeated himself, she asked with even greater intensity: "Wha'd he say to that? He didn't take it, did he?" "He laughed kinda queer an' says all I got to do to give him a good night's rest is to wire Henry Nelson the deal's closed. An' him with less 'n a hundred dollars!" Allie spoke again in great relief. "Lord! You give me a turn."
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