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"'However, says Enright, 'I s'pose his livin' so long arises mainly from stayin' East, where they don't make no p'int on bein' p'lite, an' runs things looser. "'Whatever's the matter of chasin' this insultin' tenderfoot 'round a lot, asks Texas Thompson, 'an' havin' amoosement with him? Thar ain't nothin' doin', an' we oughter not begretch a half-day's work, puttin' knowledge into this party.
"My head aches sort of. I hope you didn't have a fight with Racey Dawson." "Well, we didn't quite agree," admitted Molly, snapping shut the cover of the coffee-mill and clamping the mill between her knees. "I don't like him any more, Ma." "And after he's helped us so! I was counting on him to fix up this mortgage business! Whatever's got into you, Molly?"
It looks fool enough. She says she never saw 'em again, he went straight out and burnt 'em." "He chose the wrong minit," said her husband beside her. "If he knew as much about women as I do, for instance." "Just you mind," said his wife, warningly. "Why, Miss Hilton, whatever's the matter?" she added, catching sight of Anne's face. "It is such a painful story," rejoined Anne.
I'm perfectly willing to waste a week, and remember that we've got the chuck and nearly a thousand saddle horses right over here on the North Fork. You can move your office out to one of my wagons if you wish, and whatever's mine is yours, just so long as Honest John and his friends pay the fiddler.
"Master! why, curse your brazen impudence, how dare you call me master? Begone, you jade of perdition." "No more a jade of perdition, sir, than you are; nor I shan't begone till I gets a quarter's wages I tell you that." "You shall get whatever's coming to you; not another penny. The house-steward will pay you begone, I say!" "No, sir, I shan't begone till I gets a, quarter's salary in full.
She was not expecting her men home to dinner; in fact, she had wrapped up provisions for them in fragments of the Major's Sporting Times before they had left; but it was safer to be at home. One never knew. As she came into the room, for an instant her heart leaped into her mouth, but it was only Frank. "Whatever's the matter?" she said. "Turned off," said Frank shortly.
Now, what does a man do? Why, he stakes everything he's got does whatever's necessary, don't stop at nothing to help him get there. How is it with women? Some try to be virtuous when their bodies are their best assets. God! I wish I'd 'a' had your looks and your advantages as a woman to help me. I'd be a millionaire this minute, with a house facing this Park and a yacht and all the rest of it.
I had my loaf of bread and jug of wine all right, but the one thing I wanted, Mermaid, was " "A woman to keep him company without thinking he wanted to kiss her, or marry her, or something. Whatever's that?" I jumped to my feet and looked towards where she was pointing. "It looks rather like forgive me a chemise." "Good Heavens!"
It was called the great Fytche sale, and I made him pay the money he got for it into the bank; and when he died I bought a snug little farm with it, and married a young man that I had had in my eye long before I had heard of Mr. Fytche. And we are very comfortably off, and not a bit of china in the house that's more than twenty years old, so that whatever's broke can be easy replaced.
"I had nothin' to do with fetchin' you here an' I'll have nothin' to do with sendin' you back or whatever's done with you," declared Beasley. Then the girl's face flashed white again and her eyes changed to fire. "You're as big a liar as Riggs," she cried, passionately. "And you're a thief, a bully who picks on defenseless girls. Oh, we know your game!
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