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We've got to keep our nerve! I'm doing my part it took nerve to get in here! In Mrs. Zamboni's clothes, and with two pillows stuffed in front of me!" He thumped the pillows, and there was a burst of laughter. Many in the crowd knew Mrs. Zamboni it was what comedians call a "local gag." The laughter spread, and became a gale of merriment. Men began to cheer: "Hurrah for Joe! You're the girl!
Zamboni's bedraggled brood, poking with sticks into a dump-heap looking for something to eat, perhaps, or for something to play with. There was the dry, waste grass of the road-side, grimy with coal-dust, as was everything else in the village. What a scene! And this girl's eyes had never a sight of anything more inspiring than this. Day in and day out, all her life long, she looked at this scene!
That's the custom in her country, it seems her sign that she accepts him as a suitor." Seeing the look of wonderment growing on his brother's face, Hal had to stop for a moment to keep his own face straight. "If that man wasn't serious in his intention, Edward, he'll have trouble, for I know Mrs. Zamboni's emotional nature. She'll follow him about everywhere " "Hal, that creature is insane!"
Zamboni's own brood of children would not have suspected the disguise. It was a merry party for a few minutes; worn and hopeless as Mary had seemed, she was possessed now by the spirit of fun. But then quickly the laughter died. The time for action had come. Mary Burke said that she would stay with what was left of Mrs.
Besides, he had a good excuse; was it not proper to make a test of his disguise, before facing the real danger in North Valley? He placed himself in the path of his brother's progress, and in Mrs. Zamboni's high, complaining tones, began, "Mister!" Edward stared at the interrupting black figure. "Mister, you Joe Smith's brother, hey?"
Her eyes fell and she began picking nervously again at the faded blue dress, which was smutted and grease-stained, perhaps from her recent effort with Mrs. Zamboni's brood. Several times Hal thought she was going to speak, but she shut her lips tightly again; he watched her, his heart aching.
Zamboni's "man": so intricate is the soul of woman, so puzzling that faculty, older than the ages, which enables her to be hysterical, and at the same time to be guided in the use of that hysteria by deep and infallible calculation. But she made Hal realise that it was necessary for him to take her away. He turned to Mary Burke and said, "Miss Arthur's train is leaving in a short time.
He took his seat in the car without attracting attention, and sat in his place until they were approaching their destination, the last stop up the canyon. There were several of the miners' women in the car, and Hal picked out one who belonged to Mrs. Zamboni's nationality, and moved over beside her.
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