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"There may be women who'd believe you, Larry, or who'd say they believe you; but not me." "It's the truth," he said. "If you were young and if you were married to me I should have enlisted months ago. "Can't you see it's not you, it's this life we lead that I'm sick and tired of? I tell you I'd rather be hanged than go on with it.
"I came down after Claude here, who'd fallen over, and was hanging to a bush that was giving way," explained Hugh. "And now it's up to you to get us both out of this scrape, Just." "Oh, if only I had a rope!" cried the other, apparently nonplussed. "Well, wishes won't make one," said the practical Hugh; "and so we'll have to do without.
I'd quite forgotten it and hadn't read it; I haven't had time. I really don't know, it's not in my pockets... it must be on my table. Don't be uneasy, it will be found." "No, I'd better send to your rooms at once. It might be lost; besides, it might be stolen." "Oh, who'd want it! But why are you so alarmed?
When the old man heard it he sat down and laughed and cried to his own disgust "like a fool, sissy man," he said, "a sissy man that ain't got no nerve. But, Lord, who'd done that but Ben Butler?" It was after dark when the old man, pale, and his knees still shaking with the terrible strain and excitement of it all, reached his cabin on the mountain.
He'd read about somebody who'd done something like that, in one of Harkaman's Old Terran history books. Baron Rathmore had stayed on Gram; so had Rolve Hemmerding. The rest of the gentlemen-adventurers, all with shiny new titles of nobility, had returned. From them, as the two ships were getting into orbit, he learned what had happened on Gram since the Nemesis had spaced out.
Not that I value tobacco so all-fired much, he says, 'but because a girl, who'd make a man take such a choice, ain't worth giving up tobacco for. You see, dearie, it's this way " "You'll have that dog out of your house and out of your possession, inside of twenty-four hours," she decreed, the white anger of a grave-eyed woman making her cold voice vibrate, "or you will drop my acquaintance.
And say! what he can do with his hands! He's been kind to me. Took an interest in me, and between you and me he sort of cheered me up." "Cheered you up! Wils, were you unhappy?" she asked, directly. "Well, rather. What'd you expect of a cowboy who'd crippled himself and lost his girl?" Columbine felt the smart of tingling blood in her face, and she looked from Wilson to the wagon.
Then the explanation came, and with some difficulty the minister was made to understand that the dream of his life was to be realized, and that he and his wife were really going to Europe. "Well, well! who'd have thought it?" ejaculated Deacon Gridley. "That boy of the minister's must be plaguey smart. I never thought he'd be so successful.
The news of Gethin's absence was soon bruited abroad, and many were the conjectures as to its cause. "He seemed so jolly at the cynos," said the farm servants; "who'd have thought his heart was away with the shipping and the foreign ports?"
Beasley followed it by inquiring, "Who's with us to-day?" "I'm MISTER Swift," chirped the little fellow. "MIS-TER Swift, if you please, Cousin David Beasley." Beasley executed a formal bow. "There is a gentleman here who'd like to meet you."
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