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Updated: June 29, 2025
"I guess mebby I might as well go back to the suller," Jase remarked, his defiance weakening as he climbed the bank. "You come and lock the door agin, Billy Louise, and Marthy won't know I ain't been there all the time. She'll think you caught the fish." He looked at her with a weak leer of conscious cunning.
When the clear voice of the justice of the peace sounded out as the pair or rather the trio stood before him at the foot of the great walnut, the astonishment which had been simmering in the crowd broke into audible being again and with a rising tempo. The tone with which old Jase read the service was full and sonorous and the responses were clear as bell metal.
"You air just as big a liar as ever, Jase, an' I'm goin' to prove it." And then the two tottering old giants squared off, their big, knotted, heavily veined fists revolving around each other in the old-fashioned country way. Old Jason first struck the air, was wheeled around by the force of his own blow, and got old Aaron's fist in the middle of the back.
I damnsure didn't bargain for anything like this when I wanted you to feed on me." "Neither did I, or I wouldn't have." She removed the handcuffs, then stroked the wounds on his throat; he relaxed. "I can feel what you want, Jase, but I can't do anything about it; I fed off you last night, so you have another nine days before any Kin will touch you again."
Marthy spoke grudgingly, as if she resented even the possibility of Jase's having a real ailment. "He's feelin' his years, mebby. But he ain't no call to; Jase ain't but three years older 'n I be, and I ain't but fifty-nine last birthday. And I've worked and slaved here in this Cove fer twenty-seven years, now; what it is I've made it.
"There air some things in this worl' ye kin be sure of, besides death and taxes. There's a few things connected with this case that ye kin pin down. F'r instance: The janitor didn't do it. Nelse Haley didn't do it. None o' you four fellers done it." "Say! you goin' to drag us under suspicion, Jase?" drawled Cross Moore. "If you keep on sputterin' about Nelse Haley yes," snapped Mr.
"No; and he never had nothin' the matter with his anatomy, neither; his anatomy's just as sound as mine. Jase was born lazy, is all ails him." "But, Marthy, haven't you noticed he doesn't look as well as he used to? He has a sort of gray look, don't you think? And his eyes are so puffy underneath, lately." "No, I ain't noticed nothing wrong with him that ain't always been wrong."
Then one morning before dawn Uncle Jase Burrell and a neighbour woman, versed in the homely practises of the midwife, came to the room where Parish Thornton sat with tightly clenched hands before the ruddy hearth. "He's done been borned," said Uncle Jase, cheerily; "he's hale an' survigrous an' sassy an' he's a boy."
Thompson sighed, checking the clock and deciding he'd better get back to the bridge; the Koslov's Captain Navy Lieutenant Inga Sanchez should have the pre-landing surveillance reports for him by now. She gave him a rueful shake of the head as he entered her small bridge. "It's peaceful as Terra down there, Jase.
Things had not gone well with Jase Mallows. The wound that Bud had inflicted had healed slowly and he had lain long bedridden. He had been the last of the gang to hear the sorry story of how the robbery had failed and the sequel recording the deaths of Lute and his lieutenant. Now Jase heard that Alexander's door was no longer barred to men who came courting and he returned home.
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