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She threw aside the blanket and squeezed water from her garments, then began to slap her legs, arms, and chest. "Well, I'm getting a gentle glow, anyhow. Wha'd you think of the scene?" "It was good very well done, indeed." He hoped it didn't sound patronizing, though that was how he felt. He believed now that Miss Baxter would have done it much better. He ventured a question.
"Wha'd ye wanter hit a feller fer?" whined Obadiah, rubbing the smitten locality. "Gol darn it, I hain't done nothin to ye. Ye didn' slap him wen he kissed ye, darn him. Guess t'ain't the fuss time he's done it, nuther."
"I see," responded the Briton, in such a tone that John itched to kick him. "Well, seh," persisted the narrator, "you should 'a' heard Leggett howl faw a divvy!" All smiled. "Worst of it was what? Wha'd you say, Gen'l?" "He had the constitution of the State to back him." "He hasn't now! Well, seh, the bill faw this ve'y raailroad was in the house.
I'm six-shooter proof." "Wha'd I tell you?" triumphantly ejaculated Lee, turning his one eye upon the Lieutenant. "You laughed at me, didn't you?" "I'm beginning to believe it myself," declared the soldier. "It's a cinch," said Stark, positively, Doret, of all in the cabin, had said nothing.
Sam had failed to get it from Polly, but he found a balm for all his hurts when he met Bob Davis. "What!" exclaimed Bob. "Dreamed of a nakid black man. Fu' de Lawd sake, Sam, don' let de chance pass. You got 'em dis time sho'. I'll put somep'n' on it myse'f. Wha'd you think ef we'd win de 'capital'?" That was enough. The two parted and Sam hurried home. He crept into the house.
Gin you met this ganglin' assassinator, wha'd be for maister? San's no to lack a father. Gae to yer bit bed!" "Gosh!" said Bill, shutting the window, "he's in earnest. He forgot to try to talk English even. I feel better. The hog's fallen into a hole and gone to sleep. Let's go up." "I suppose if I tell Onnie San's with me, she'll just change to my door," Rawling considered; "but I'll try.
He descended into the darkness boldly, and stepped off with confidence this time too soon. Poleon heard him floundering about, his indignant voice raised irascibly, albeit with a note of triumph. "Wha'd I tell you? You put it back while I was ashleep." Then whistling blithely, if somewhat out of tune, he steered for the new saloon to get something for his "stomach trouble."
"Wha'd' y' mean?" he countered, gathering up his lines. "What man was it, you were talking to?" she demanded. "I guess if I was talkin' to any man," he grumbled, "I was talkin' in my sleep. You must 'a' been 'a' dreamin'." "Oh, come now, 'fess up, Bill." Belle nodded toward Kate. "She was awake."
But presently she kissed them both good-night taking care to kiss George lightly upon the side of his head, so as not to disturb his eating and left aunt and nephew alone together. "It never was becoming to her to look pale," Fanny said absently, a few moments after Isabel's departure. "Wha'd you say, Aunt Fanny?" "Nothing. I suppose your mother's been being pretty gay? Going a lot?"
Emerging half a minute later he blurted out his tale of woe: "Every time I blows myself an' don't drink it all in town some slab-sided maverick freezes to it. It's gone," he added, dismally. "Too bad, Billy but what is it?" asked Skinny. "What is it? Wha'd yu think it was, you emaciated match? Jewelry? Cayuses? It's whisky two simoleons' worth. Some-thin's allus wrong.
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