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"Why are you doin' this?" she asked. "Why are you mixin' up in our troubles? Why don't you go back to your cabin an' your pictures an' books an' things, an' let us work out our own affairs?" Kenset lifted a quick hand, dropped it again. "God knows!" he said. "Let's go." And he wheeled his horse and started for Corvan, the others falling into line at his side.
I was afeard me hand might maybe ha' got out o' mixin' them,'t is so long since I had e'er a one for you; but sure I bought a half-stone of seconds wid the price of the little hin, and that'll make a good few, so it will, jewel avic, and then we must see after some more. Take one of the thick bits, honey."
"An' then his bad luck comes. We're just mixin' into a clinch that ain't arrived yet, when he shoots a short hook to my head his left, an' a real hay-maker if it reaches my jaw. I make a forward duck, not quick enough, an' he lands bingo on the side of my head. Honest to God, Saxon, it's that heavy I see some stars. But it don't hurt an' ain't serious, that high up where the bone's thick.
"Jimmie's th' great man," he muttered to himself as he closed the door "he's th' great man, mixin' wid men like Misther Robert; but he hadn't oughter wear that sorry rag an' th' ravens, wid me, his only livin' relation, still livin'." The bell rang almost immediately, and Riley, certain that James had returned, hastened to throw the door open. As he did so, he discovered Allen Sanford.
Morris immediately expressed his sense of the honor done him, and escorted the señorita below, where he abandoned his state room and cabin to her use. Pardon G. Simpkins walked his watch in great ill humor, muttering to himself incessantly. "What in the blazes keeps these here women folks continually emergin' from their aliment and mixin' into other spheres?
And we'd be only too glad to see it so again for we love 'em yet, seh if they wouldn't insist so on mixin' religion an' politics. I'll consult some o' my people an' let you know." When he consulted his church officers that evening only two replied approvingly. One of them was the oldest, whitest haired man in the church.
There's times, you know, when two is bliss, but a third is a blister. Get me?" I expect he did, in a way. The idea filters through sort of slow, but he finally decides that, for some reason too deep for him to dig up, he ain't wanted mixin' around folksy. So from then on until dinnertime our couple had all the chance in the world.
"Troth," said Ned, "myself doesn't know what he is; he bates any mortal I ever seen." "Well, hould agra! I have it: we'll see whether he'll drink this or not, any how." "Why, what's that you're doin'?" asked Ned. "Jist," replied Nancy, "mixin' the smallest taste in the world of holy wather with the whiskey, and if he drinks that, you know he can be nothing that's bad."*
They were the grocers. Pliny nodded. "An' Lumley and Penny mixin' it in with dry goods, and Atwell minglin' it with clothin'." Scattergood reached down and unlaced his shoes. His mind worked more freely when his toes were unconfined, so that he might wriggle them as he reasoned. Pliny knew the sign and grinned. "Much 'bleeged," said Scattergood, and Pliny moved off. "Pliny," said Scattergood.
"That she can," cried the mother, going to her "mixin'." "And what a gay supper it will be with the new dolly and the pretty beads and the dumplin's. Oh, Himself a foreman!" Promptly at nine o'clock, young Dale Lynch turned the key in the door of "Tony Sebastino, Groceries" and started, whistling, homeward.
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