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But it shows to what a pass Kathleen Somers had come that he could be frightened at the notion of her being left alone with a bunch of hepaticas. "She's all right, I think. She seemed to like them." "Oh, Lord!" Withrow's brain was spinning. "Here, I'll go. If she can stand those beastly flowers, she can stand me." "No, she can't." The nurse had recovered her breath now.
I had the clipping stuck on the wall of Withrow's store for months and had read it so often that I knew it by heart.
I might go to Boston, of course, and try for something there I was not ten minutes out of Withrow's before I thought of doing that. But a little further thought and I knew there were more capable men than I walking the streets of Boston looking for work. However, a lot could happen before I would have to worry, and so I decided to take the air and think it over.
"Hurry up home now," he said to Maurice as we left the dock that time. "Hurry up, and give yourself plenty of time to tune her up and get her in trim for the race. I've set my heart on it. You or the Lucy Foster must win that race, and whatever else we do we've got to beat Withrow's vessel, anyway."
They had the look of vessels that could sail and they could, and live out a gale nothing like them afloat I'd heard people say that ought to know. I walked along another stretch and at Withrow's dock I saw again the new one that had been built for Maurice Blake but given to Sam Hollis, who was a boon companion of Withrow's ashore, as I may have said already.
Withrow's vessel had beaten the Johnnie Duncan with Maurice Blake sailing her they had to believe that part of it, and that in itself was bad enough. Sam Hollis's stock was booming, you may be sure and the race right close to hand, too.
And I know that no one thinks it will be long." Just then, Withrow's absurd fate caught him. Breathless, more passionately interested than he had ever been in his life, he sneezed. He had just time, while the two women were turning, to wonder if he had ruined it all if she would faint, or shriek, or relapse into apathy. She did none of these things. She faced him and flushed, standing unsteadily.
In the fog and drizzle the leaders did not find the stake-boat at once. Wesley happening to be nearest to it when they did see it, got the benefit and was first around. We were close up, almost near enough to board the Withrow's quarter rounding.
Well, the skipper'll drive this one to the bottom before he ever lets Sam Hollis or any of Withrow's vessels get by him when we race. Yes, sir. But, Georgie-boy" Clancy shouldered away from the foremast "how is it for a wedge or two of one of those blueberry pies you got cooling there? Just a little wedge, now. But you don't need to be too close-hauled with your knife no.
Withrow's been trying to get a crew for the Flamingo?" "M-h-h." "Well, this morning early she went out on a hand-lining trip to the east'ard, it is said. And Will says that he thinks he doesn't know, mind you, because they won't tell him anything down to Withrow's but he thinks that Maurice Blake's shipped in her." "Wow! She won't last out one good breeze on the Banks."
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