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The boys have been giving me some trouble, too." "You won't mind my having a few words with them?" "Why, no," said Farren. "Guess they need it; but I'm most afraid you'll be wasting time. The Scandinavians, who're quiet enough and might agree with you, can't understand, and it's quite likely that the crowd you want to get at won't listen.
He fell back until the General was around the corner, out of sight, and then went up to Billings. "Mister Billings," said he, sternly, "what was the General's orders about wearin' anything military?" "Outrageously tyrannical and despotic," answered Billings hotly. "But jest what you might expect from these Abolition satraps, who're throttlin' our liberties.
'We 're not going to be doubtful friends, and we won't snap and snarl. That's for people who're independent of wigs, Tom. I find, for my part, that a little grey on the top of any head cools the temper amazingly. I used to be rather hot once. 'You could be peppery, my lady.
He had quick, dancing brown eyes, at once frank and bold, and a coarse, bronzed face. Evidently he was a good-natured ruffian. Duane acknowledged the truth of the assertion, and turned over in his mind how shrewdly the fellow had guessed him to be a hunted man. "My name's Luke Stevens, an' I hail from the river. Who're you?" said this stranger. Duane was silent.
She wants to know who's to keep the boys who're drunk out of service, and wouldn't it be better to hold Meeting on Monday, so's the boys could get over the Saturday night souse in comfort. I told her she seemed to have a wrong idea of the folks of this village. I guessed if any feller got around to Meeting with liquor under his belt, there was liable to be a lynching right away.
And yet the fire with which he spoke was surely not born of the pharmacopoeia.... "Take it in the large that's all I ask! Look at your job from a social standpoint. I tell you, it's just these Huns, these yellow-rich Heths and Magees and Old Dominion Pickle people who're rotting the heart out of this fine old town.
"You'll be saying you don't know the Old Bailey next." "I don't. But I know a lot of people who should." "Don't send 'em to 'Poulter's," said Miss Nippett. "There's enough already who're be'ind with their accounts." A few minutes later, Mr Poulter entered the room, wearing evening dress, dancing pumps, and a tawdry-looking insignia in his coat.
There was no sleep that night either nothing but silent thoughtfulness and high expectation and dreadful suspense; for, notwithstanding Archer's loquacity, Tom refused positively to talk in their box stall for fear some one outside might hear. "There you are," said Archer blithely, as if the glory were all his. "Who're the public benefactors now?
Still the word's gone down the line and any of the brethren who're in need of shelter and a change of clothes will find what they want here. You've picked about the best of the lot. What do you make of this? Found it in the car." He extended a crumpled telegram which read: Bailey Harbor, Me. June 11, 1917. Putney Congdon, Thackeray Club, New York. I am offering the house for rent.
Only the poorest ones, who have to look twice at every cent, feed in the restaurant as a reg'lar thing; or the weak ones, who're so dead tired they can't bear to take a nextra step. And oh, by the way, talkin' o' that, you'll need foot powder. Your first week your feet'll hurt that bad you'll be ready to bawl.
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