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But if huggin' me's included, jest count it out." For a breathing space there was a dead silence. "That was a lovely day, Girl, on the road to Monterey, wasn't it?" of a sudden Johnson observed dreamily. The Girl's eyes opened upon him wonderingly. "Was it?" "Well, wasn't it?" The Girl thought it was and she laughed.
But, eh, lasses, when aw coom to do it, aw hadn't th' heart to as for nought; aw hadn't for sure. . . . Martha an' me's walked aboon ten mile iv we'n walked a yard; an' we geet weet through th' first thing; an' aw wur ill when we set off, an' so wur Martha, too; aw know hoo wur, though hoo says nought. Well; we coom back through t' teawn; an' we were both on us fair stagged up.
And they'll baith stan' efter you an' me's laid i' the mouls. It's weel kent forbye that ye hae a bit siller i' the bank, and I hae none." "Not a bawbee hae I, George. I can pray for my daily breid wi' an honest hert; for gin the Lord dinna sen' 't, I hae nae bank to fa' back upo'." "I'm sorry to hear 't, Thamas," said George.
"M'y Kwismus!" piped Shaver. The Hopper decided to run the machine home and there ponder the disposition of his blithe companion with the care the unusual circumstances demanded. "'Urry up; me's goin' 'ome to me's gwanpa's kwismus t'ee!" "Right ye be, little un; right ye be!" affirmed The Hopper. The youngster was evidently blessed with a sanguine and confiding nature.
"An' why are you makin' me envious this way?" said Donovan crossly. "Donovan, you and me's been friends off an' on these ten years, ever since th' commodore bought th' Laura. Well, says he t' me 'Capt'n, we forgot that Mr. Donovan was in th' room at th' time o' th' discovery.
Matthews," she said; "for she's clean gone, an' Denny an' me's that lonesome we don't know what to do." Dan's big hand gripped the fence. "Gone," he repeated blankly. He did not need to ask who was gone. "Yes sir, gone yesterday evenin' be the train, leavin' her kindest regards and best wishes to you." "When he had finished his letter, he bowed his face in his hands and wept."
"If ye please, sur, the other laads an' me's been talking over this matter, an' they want me to say that they would pe fery much obleeged if ye would expound the story as you go along, the same as Muster Lumley did." This speech both surprised and embarrassed me, for I had never before attempted anything in the way of exposition.
Then the distant siren sounded, and after that there was silence again. But the silence lasted only a moment, for before anyone could hazard a conjecture as to the Follow Me's erratic behaviour, Phil's voice arose warningly. "Listen, Steve!" he cried. "Isn't that surf I hear?"
It was a stiff struggle between heart and flesh; between the longing of his love and the shrinking from pain and hardship and shame. And Peter's kinsfolk are still having the same struggle. A great many stop here. This is going too far! They prefer staying by the easier "Follow Me's," and forgetting this one.
"You you didn't mean that." "Sure I did, Peachy. Say, with a little girl of my own I ain't one of them guys that you think I am. Ain't you ashamed of yourself, Peachy now ain't you?" The color flowed back into her face and her lips parted. "Jerry Only a girl like me's got to be careful that was all I meant, Jerry. Jerry!"
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