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Oh! Oh! When'd I say that? Did the engine hurt me? Where did it hurt me? Say, Jimmum, where did the engine hurt me?" putting his hand to his throat, to his ears, to his side. The more he thought of it, the worse he felt; till appalled by the idea of what he must have suffered he finally fell to sobbing in his mother's arms, and she soothed his imaginary woes with kisses and cookies.
"I'd bring Bibbs up here and put him in your place if he was fit. I would!" "Better do it," Roscoe assented, sullenly. "When'd you begin this thing?" "I always did drink a little. Ever since I grew up, that is." "Leave that talk out! You know what I mean." "Well, I don't know as I ever had too much in office hours until the other day." Sheridan began cutting. "It's a lie.
"Come right in, all of ye. Why, if that ain't Ezra, too, an' his folks, turnin' into the lane. When'd you plan it?" "Plan it! we didn't plan it!" said Mary testily. She put her hand on Lucy Ann's shoulder, to give her a little shake; but, feeling mother's poplin, she forbore. Lucy Ann retreated before them into the house, and they all trooped in after her.
Rick asked carefully. Harris stopped with a match halfway to his pipe. "I would. For sure. When'd you see one?" "Last night. Right here." "Mmmmm." Harris got the pipe going well and threw the match into the water. "I've never seen one close. Hoped to. That's why I crab this creek. Would you say it was big enough to catch a man?" Rick shook his head.
Something like this it went: "Hulloh, Maurice." "Hulloh, Wesley," or George Drake, or Al McNeill, or whoever it might be. "That's a mighty pretty deckload of fish. When'd y'get 'em?" "Oh, twenty barrels yesterday morning and the rest last night." "That so? How many d'y'call 'em, Maurice?" "How many? Oh, two hundred and eighty or ninety wash barrels. Ought to head up about two sixty." "That so?
Say not so, Herbert! Say not so!" "Look here!" he said. "When'd you see Patty again between this afternoon and when you came over here?" "What makes you think I saw her?" "Did you telephone her?" "What makes you think so?" Once more Herbert gulped. "Well, I guess you're ready to believe anything anybody tells you," he said, with palsied bravado.
"He's playin' cairds with Jackson an' Colter. Shore's playin' bad, too, an' it's gone to his haid." "Gamblin'?" queried Ellen. "Mah child, when'd Kurnel Jorth ever play for fun?" said Daggs, with a lazy laugh. "There's a stack of gold on the table. Reckon yo' uncle Jackson will win it. Colter's shore out of luck." Daggs stepped inside. He was graceful and slow. His long' spurs clinked.
But his face was still strained, with that harassed, worried expression about the eyes which Stratton had noted before. "Yuh saw Doc Blanchard, didn't yuh?" he asked, as Buck sat down on the side of his bed. "What'd he say?" "Why, that you were doing fine. Not a chance in a hundred, he said, of your having any trouble with the wound." "Oh, I know that. But when'd he say I'd be on my feet?"
"Say, boys, do you know if Terabon and Carline landed here to-night?" "We just landed in," one answered. "I don't know." "Going up town?" "Yes " "I want to know about them " "Hit's Nelia Crele!" one exclaimed. "That's right. Hello, boys Despard Jet Cope!" "Sure! When'd you land?" "Late this evening; I was up to Palura's when " "That ain't no place fo' a lady."
It was the 30th of January, and he had been taking on flesh since October. "Well, when'd he blow in? Say, he's a ringer for Weary Waggles, all right." "Sometime in the night," replied the young man, tilting back in his swivel-chair. "Mrs. G. found him in the entryway when she went down for the milk, asleep in the Goldnagels' hall-rug.
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