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"First we've got to get her away from there to some decent place where she'll be safe." Mrs. Muldoon spoke up. "And that's easy. She'll just take our spare bedroom and welcome." Tim put an arm caressingly over his mother's shoulders. "Ain't she the best little sport ever, Mr. Lindsay?" he said proudly. Clay smiled. "She sure enough grades 'way up." "It's blarney yuh're both talkin'," snorted Mrs.
"It'll be tra-la-la for yours, if last night's a fair sample uh what yuh expect to do with the blue roan." Pink walked abruptly away, looking very much like a sulky cherub. "I s'pose yuh're aiming to give us the impression that you're going to ride, just the same," said Cal Emmett. "I sure am," came brief reply. Andy was beginning to lose his temper.
Jerry's an ill man to cross, I've heard tell. Yuh'd think this lad had had enough. But Jerry's still red-eyed about him and swears they can't both live in the same town. You'll remember likely how Durand did for Paddy Kelly? It was before my time." "Yuh're a chump copper, Tim Muldoon, else yuh'd know we don't talk about that in the open street.
She said, in the hoarse whisper that was all she had left of her voice: "Is it yerself, Missus Cregan? Yuh're off to choorch early this mornin'." Mrs. Cregan looked around, blinking to clear her eyes. "Choorch?" she said, on the plaintiveness of a high note that broke in her throat. "Yuh're cryin', woman!". Her look of craftiness had changed at once to one of startled distress.
She drew it up and down several times and then turned to express her sentiments to her mistress. "My, but yuh're ferchunit t' have all seeh new-fangled idees in the house! It clean locoes me t' think Ah'm livin' wid sech fine contraptions." And Sary pressed her large freckled, hands over her sparse red hair to signify how "locoed" her brain really was. Mrs. Brewster laughed merrily.
Why, yuh're a reg'lah preemoh-johnny!" In the hilarity which this evoked Grace said, reproachfully: "And to think I never knew!" He was almost boyishly elated at the implied compliment, and, at the insistence of his audience sang several other operatic selections very creditably. Then he turned in modest explanation to Carter's demand.
That may not be pleasant for you to hear, Jake, but it's what I mean to have done. There's only one way you can escape it. Do you want to hear what that way is?" "Yuh're away off the track, young feller," blurted the man, obstinately shaking his head in a contrary way, "I ain't done nawthin' to make me askeered o' the law officers.
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