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"'Naow, Dutchman, said Hiram, 'if you don't want to be planted in that are post-hole, y'd better take y'rself out o' this here piece of private property. "Dangerous passin," as the sign-posts say, abaout these times.
Here's the stripes aff me arm, and to gaol I'll go; but for what wint before I clapt the iron on his wrists, good or avil, divil a word will I say. An' here's me left hand, and there's me right fut, and an eye of me too, that I'd part with, for the cause of him that's done a trick that your honour wouldn't do an' no shame to y' aither an' y'd been where Little Hammer was with me."
Instead, he took the buttons to the sink and rinsed them; rinsed the tooth, too. Then he put the medal into the shallow dish holding the dead rose leaves, filled a cracked coffee cup with the buttons, and tossed the tooth into the drawer of the kitchen table. "John!" an anxious John this time, as if the longshoreman half feared the boy was gone. "I'm up." "Wish y'd come here."
A brain might perhaps prove that this play was artistically admirable, but the soul reached that conclusion instantly and unreasoningly. The effect was marvelous. I wonder if you quite grasp my meaning. You know there are some things that refuse to be reduced to diagram form. They decline to answer to the call of a, b and c. They won't be x'd and y'd algebraically.
Bill went with him, still belching forth against Blackler. "Jim said he heard he said he'd slap my face f'r a cent. I wish he would. I'd lick the life out of 'im in a minnit." "Why don't you pitch into Milt? He's got her now. He's the one y'd orto be dammin'." "Oh, he don't mean nothin' by it. He don't care for her. I saw him down to town at the show with the girl he's after.
"Here's your pup, kid," she growled, "an' y'd best keep him from under my feet if you don't want him stepped on." The cobbler smiled his slow, sweet smile. "Peg's heart's bigger'n this house," he murmured. "Bring him here, lassie." The girl, dog in arms, stood at the cobbler's side. "What're you goin' to name him?" asked Lafe, tenderly.
Here's the stripes aff me arm, and to gaol I'll go; but for what wint before I clapt the iron on his wrists, good or avil, divil a word will I say. An' here's me left hand, and there's me right fut, and an eye of me too, that I'd part with, for the cause of him that's done a trick that your honour wouldn't do an' no shame to y' aither an' y'd been where Little Hammer was with me."
But at once he was back by the bed, and Maggard's estimate of him as a master of perfidy mounted to admiration, for the passion clouds had in that flash of time been swept from his eyes and left them disguised again with solicitude and friendliness. "By God, Cal!" The exclamation bore a counterfeited heartiness. "I didn't skeercely suffer myself ter hope y'd ever speak out ergin!"
That woman! faith, y'd better not cut the words so sharp betune yer teeth, Pierre." "But I will say more a little just the same. She nursed you well, that is good; but it is good also, I think, you pay her for that, and stop the rest. Women are fools, or else they are worse. This one? She is worse. Yes; you will take my advice, Shon McGann."
A wish y'd go to the top o' the bank and have a look ahead." An absurd sense of power, of resolution from despair, of will to do suddenly swept over the Ranger. He forgot his fatigue.
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