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He stopped before them, eyed them by the light of the big electric lamp, grinned good-naturedly. "What've we got here?" said he. "This looks better." The woman rushed toward the girls, pouring out a stream of vileness. "You git out of here!" she shrilled. "You chippies git off my beat. I'll have you pinched I will!" "Shut up!" cried the drunken man, lifting his fist. "I'll have you pinched.
Well, sir, it started him getting well, which he done. Close to the ground that's where the medicine in the air stays. Try a little hossback riding now. There's a gentle pony " "What've I done to yer?" screamed McGuire. "Did I ever doublecross yer? Did I ask you to bring me here? Drive me out to your camps if you wanter; or stick a knife in me and save trouble. Ride! I can't lift my feet.
There was one on Josephine's too. "Oh, dear," groaned that young person, "bedroom inspection already! And I left my boots under my bed last night. 'C, of course, and I did want to have at least 'B's' this term. What've you got, Judy?" And looking over Judith's shoulder she read aloud, "A. Excellent. A pretty room in exquisite order." "My word, Judy, you're in Miss Watson's good books all right.
Newbolt was standing by the stove, one of the lids partly removed, some white thing in her hand which she seemed hesitating over consigning to the flames. "What've you got there, Mother?" he asked cheerily as he turned to take his place at the waiting table.
The mob moved again towards the bar. The big river-driver turned on the grizzled old man beside the bar- counter with bent shoulders and lazy, drawling speech. "What've you got to say about it, son?" he asked threateningly. "Well, to ask a few questions first that's all," the old man replied. "You don't belong here, old cock," the other said roughly.
Graham is deaf?" "What !" Duncan turned to Sam, apologetically. "He said 'what. Did you hear it, sir?" But by this time Pete was recovering to some degree. "What've you got to say about this?" he demanded, crescendo. "I'll show you," Duncan told him in the same quiet voice, "what I've got to say if you'll just put the soft pedal on and tell me the amount of that note."
"You have?" said Si suspiciously. "Why didn't you ride right in and tell it to him? What've you bin hangin' around here all afternoon, watchin' our post for?" "I wasn't sure you was there. I was told that the Yankee pickets was going to be pushed out to Cripple Deer Creek to-day, but I didn't know it for sure. I was afraid that the rebels was there yet.
I didn't care a rap what became of me for just that minute. I forgot about Tom. I prayed that the cop wouldn't come for a minute yet but only that I might answer him. "You're mighty smart, ain't you? You can sit back here and sneer at me, can't you? And feel so big and smart and triumphant! What've you done but catch a girl at her first bungling job! It makes you feel awfully cocky, don't it?
Plume began again. "You can't do that way here now. That's broke up. But the way I tell you is the real way." He pictured Wickersham's wealth, his hardness toward his employés, his being a Yankee, his boast that he would injure Keith and shut up his mine. "What've you got against him?" demanded Mr. Bluffy. "I thought you and him was thick as thieves?"
"You don't know Susie," said Ruth, with a queer, strained laugh. "She'd rather die than break a promise." "I must go," Susan now said. "Good-by." "Come on, Ruth," cried Sam. "Let's walk uptown with her." "And you can help match the silk," said Ruth. "Not for me," replied young Wright. Then to Susan, "What've you got to do? Maybe it's something I could help at." "No. It's for Uncle George and me."
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