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"She say all turn backs," said Rusick. And everybody turned, laughing in hilarious whispers, while, with Mary Burke and Mrs. Swajka for a shield, Mrs. Zamboni got out of her waist and skirt, putting a blanket round her red shoulders for modesty's sake.
I've even tried to keep cheerful, telling meself I'd not want to be like Mrs. Zamboni, forever complainin'. But 'tis no use tellin' yourself lies! I been up to the church, and heard the Reverend Spragg tell the people that the rich and poor are the same in the sight of the Lord. And maybe 'tis so, but I'm not the Lord, and I'll never pretend I'm not ashamed to be livin' in a place like this."
Rossini remained imperturbable, and when Giorgi-Rhigetti, Garcia, and Zamboni hastened to his lodgings to offer their condolences as soon as they could don street attire, they found him asleep.
Zamboni she keep away or they send her out of camp. And old Mrs. Jonotch her husband and three sons inside!" "They're getting rougher and rougher," declared Mrs. David. "That big fellow they call Pete, that came up from Pedro the way he's handling the women is a shame!" "I know him," put in Olson; "Pete Hanun. They had him in Sheridan when the union first opened headquarters.
"Not a chance of it! You should have seen the tea-party manners of the camp-marshal!" Edward would have endeavoured to carry his brother away forthwith, but there was no train until late at night; so Hal went upstairs, where he found Moylan and Hartman with Mary Burke and Mrs. Zamboni, all eager to hear his story.
Zamboni clutched the bill with greedy fingers, but was not appeased. "You got plenty money, Mister! You rich man, hey! You maybe give me all them moneys, so I got plenty feed them children? You don't know them company-stores, Mister, them prices is way up high like mountains; them children is hungry, they cry all day and night, and one piece money don't last so long.
You not only had a dollar a month taken out of your pay, but if you were injured, and he came to attend you, he would charge whatever extra he pleased. "And you have to pay?" asked Hal. "They take it off your account," said the old man. "Sometimes they take it when he's done nothin' at all," added Mary. "They charged Mrs. Zamboni twenty-five dollars for her last baby and Dr.
Ye know how tiresome that is when ye hear it from somebody else like my next-door neighbour, Mrs. Zamboni. D' ye know her?" "No," said Hal. "The poor old lady has troubles enough, God knows. Her man's not much good he's troubled with the drink; and she's got eleven childer, and that's too many for one woman. Don't ye think so?" She asked this with a naivete which made Hal laugh.
Buchels, in writing to Zamboni, 13th August 1717, maintains an air of mystery about the books which he offers to him for sale, professing to get them from various monasteries, and describing the difficulties which he has in obtaining them. There are English dealers about, too, who raise the price of everything.
Hal, changing his voice suddenly to the Zamboni key, exclaimed: "Mister, I got eight children I got to feed, and I don't got no more man, and I don't find no new man for old woman like me!" So at last the truth in its full enormity began to dawn upon Edward. His consternation and disgust poured themselves out; and Hal listened, his laughter dying.
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