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"Can't, I'm afraid. I'm engaged to take up old Missus Oke an' her niece at Tippet's corner; an' the niece's box. The gal's goin' in to St. Austell, into service. So there's no room. But if there's any little message I can take " "When'll you be back?" "Somewhere's about five I'll be passin'." "Would 'ee mind waitin' a moment?
Guess they'll be yearning for a big game." "When'll you git back?" "Noon, day after to-morrow, maybe." Bill had turned away, and was abstractedly contemplating the strangers. Suddenly he turned again, and his steely eyes fixed themselves on the troubled Minky. "Say, things is gettin' on your nerves. It ain't yet. Those folks is only lookin' fer pointers." "An' findin' 'em?" "Mebbe.
He knowed what wer' a-coming and so he swum ashore in time, he did!" "Rover is a faithless creature!" cried Bob hotly. "I'll give him a good licking when we reach the land again, you see!" "When'll that be, Master Bob?"
However, she conveyed the spirit of Polly's words, and Gammon was so excited by the report that he sprang up, overturning his cup of coffee. "Oh, cuss it! Never mind; most's gone on to my trousers. She said that? And to think we never thought of it! Where is she? When'll she be back?" "I don't know. But she says she's going to leave to-morrow, and looks as if she meant it, too.
"I'm more indebted than I guessed." The man's denial was instant. "No," he said. "Your apartments are about two blocks from the Château. But tell me, when'll you be through making your report to Peterman?" Nancy's depression passed. She was caught again in the interest of everything. "Why, to-day surely," she said. "You see, I want to get word to you right away." Bull nodded.
"Joe says that's only a little dab of a start," said she. "Cree-mo-nee!" said Sol, his mouth standing open like a mussel shell in the sun. "When'll they be ripe?" "Next spring." "Which?" queried Sol, perking his head in puzzled and impertinent way, very much as the rooster had done a little while before him.
"This is the twentieth century, and I'm Rose-Marie Thompson. This is a civilized country nothing can hurt me! I'm not afraid not while God is taking care of me!" Jim had straightened up. He seemed, suddenly, to tower. "Well," he growled, "how about it? When'll we be married?" Rose-Marie raised her head gallantly.
They rarely troubled to take them off. While waiting avidly for dinner to be served they struck matches and lighted cigarettes and cigars. Sometimes they called in to Maxine, "Say, girlie, when'll supper be ready? I'm 'bout gone." The women trotted upstairs, chattering, and primped and fussed in Maxine's neat and austere little bedroom.
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