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And so onward, onward! He bears his sentence of death through a thousand dangers. ... It is so God's will shall be obeyed through tortures unto death. ... While Wik spoke, his divorced wife stood and listened to him. She had gone out to the wood that morning, beaming and contented on her husband's arm, most matron-like, respectable in every fold.
"I couldn't ha' left it behind," said he, with a sigh, and continued rapidly in another voice: "Missis, we'n seen a pretty good lot o' each other this wik, and yet ye slips off o'this'n, without saying good-bye, nor a word about yer soul!" Mrs Clowes heaved her enormous breast and shook the reins. "I've had my share of trouble," she remarked mysteriously. "Tell me about it, missis!"
She spoke bitterly, as a native of the Congo Free State might refer to the late King of the Belgians. "Thirty shillings a wik!" said James, acting with fine histrionic skill. "I thought as you said seventy-two pounds a month!" "Oh no, you didn't!" she protested, firmly. "So don't try to tease me. I never joke about money. Money's a very serious thing."
We had been under the impression that burning patriotism had called all these men back to their country, but one sturdy fellow disabused us. "No, you fellers," he said, "there weren't no work for us in 'Murrica. Mos' o' the places 'ad closed down ter a shift or two at the mos' per wik. And fer fellers wats used to livin' purty well there weren't enough ter pay board alone.
"Lucky, your friend Baker's power project is only four miles away; we can use his 'phone." But at the edge of town they met Lejeune. "I got de ship in pasture," he told Bob. "But hees good for not more dan one wik." "Look here, Leejune," said Welton. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to look up another range for this summer. Of course, we'll pay any loss or damage in the matter.
'Have you, Betty? I heard you were going to leave. 'Eh, bless you, yes! Missis gave me warning a three wik sin'. She told me afore Christmas how it mud be, if I hit 'em again; but I couldn't hold my hand off 'em at nothing. I know not how YOU do, for Miss Mary Ann's worse by the half nor her sisters!
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