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I'll tell you how it is all in words of one syllable. You and me are coming into town from the east where that draw is and those shacks behind the dance hall. We'll leave our hosses in the draw, and proceed, like they say in the army, on foot. Then you and me " "But why me?" Rack Slimson desired to know. "What are you always putting 'me' in for?" "Because yo're a-going with me, Rack, that's why.
I'll fool them," he finally said. "Good." Telfer shook the secretary's hand heartily. "Yo're no fool, my boy. Anybody can see that after they get to know yo' all. That's what comes of bein' one of them smooth New Yorkers. They 'pear mighty sanctimonious on th' outside, but on th' inside they're the real goods, all right." The lobbyist hurried away, his bibulous soul swelling with satisfaction.
"D'ye mean to tell me that Keneally doesn't know what he's talkin' about?" "No; you divent knaw what yo're talkin' about." "What? I divent knaw what I'm talkin' about? I tell ye' what it is, sor, Roger's the man!" "Beggared a one," said Mark. "Beggared a one," said Mark. "Then you're a leir." "A leir, d'ye say? Then I say beggared a one!"
It's a fine thing to live in a large town, Sylvia; an' if yo're looking out for a husband, I'd advise yo' to tak' one as lives in a town. I feel as if I were buried alive comin' back here, such an out-o'-t'-way place after t' Side, wheere there's many a hundred carts and carriages goes past in a day.
Oh, lookit, lookit!" Racey's gaze casually and uninterestedly followed Swing's pointing finger. Immediately his eye brightened and he sat up with a jerk. "I'll shove the door a li'l farther open," said Swing, making as if to rise. "Sit still," hissed Racey, pulling down his friend with one hand and endeavouring to smooth his own hair with the other. "Yo're all right, and the door's all right.
The old men's faces were bright with smiles; the eyes of the young ones sparkled with hope. 'But, after all, said Jeremiah, 'we've not told you particulars. Yo're thanking us for a pig in a poke; but we had more forethought, and we put all down on a piece o' paper.
'If yo're so set upo' knowing who t' fellow was, a could, mebbe, put yo' on his tracks. 'How? said Hester, eagerly. 'I do want to know. I want to know very much, and for a good reason. 'Well, then, a'll tell yo'. He's a queer tyke, that one is. A'll be bound he were sore pressed for t' brass; yet he out's wi' a good half-crown, all wrapped up i' paper, and he axes me t' make a hole in it.
I shall go to sea happy, now, thinking I've yo'r word. Yo're not one to go back from it, I'm sure, else it's a long time to leave such a pretty girl as yo', and ne'er a chance of a letter reaching yo' just to tell yo' once again how I love yo', and to bid yo' not forget yo'r true love. 'There'll be no need o' that, murmured Sylvia.
"Mumblin' loud enough for you to hear, huh?" "Naturally, or I wouldn't 'a' heard it." "Then they wanted you to hear. Guess they know yo're a friend of mine." "Guess they do now," Rod Rockwell said, grimly. "What do you mean?" "Oh, nothin'. I just talked to 'em a li'l bit." "And you wasn't shot? Didn't they do anything?" "Hell, no," Rod denied, disgustedly.
"Yo're lyin'," he cried; "yer want to throw it off on some one. How cud Timothy 'ave 'ad anythin' to do with John's money? Timothy's not been near the place this three months." "Not till lasst night," she said, mocking him. "I'll grant yer not till lasst night. But it do 'appen, as lasst night Timothy took forty-one pound o' John Borroful's money out o' that box, an got off clean.
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