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Updated: June 22, 2025


It seems to me that their consciences ought to be consulted as well as yours. I'm only a stranger here, and am willing to do anything to conform to the local custom." "It's a saxpence ye'll be payin' anyway," said the porter, grimly shouldering the trunk, "but I'll be no takin' any other mon's opinion on matters of my am dooty and conscience."

If Evasio Mon's face said anything at all, it warned the world that it had to deal with a man of perfect self-control. And the man who controls himself is usually able to control just so much of his surrounding world as may suit his purpose. There was something in the set of this man's eyes which suggested no easy victory over self. For his eyes were close together. His hair was almost red.

This had been a great event in the lives of the boy and two girls, and they never wearied of hanging about the young fellow who had known "mon's daddy." The mule was borrowed from the obliging neighbor, and about nine in the morning they started for Morehead, George being mounted on the back of the animal, though he tried to insist upon their taking turns. But at this both boys laughed in scorn.

I was picked up and thrown into the brigantine's long-boat with a head and stomach full of salt water, and a heart as light as spray with the joy of it all. A big, red-bearded man lifted my heels to drain me. "The mon's deid," said he. "Dead!" cried I, from the bottom-board. "No more dead than you!" I turned over so lustily that he dropped my feet, and I sat up, something to his consternation.

Mattie! to loe sich a mon's maister more'n me! I would dey fur thee, Mattie. Exit. Col. G. It's all a mistake, of course. There are plenty of young men but my Arthur's none of such. I cannot believe it of him. The daughter! If I could find her, she would settle the question. He's sure to come back. Arthur does not look the least like it. I cannot get this boot to look like a gentleman's.

Rooted to the ground, the three watched the scene between M'Adam and his Wull. In the end the Master was whimpering; Andrew crying; and David turned his back. At length, silent, they moved away. "Had I should I go to him" asked David hoarsely, nodding toward his father. "Nay, nay, lad," the Master replied. "Yon's not a matter for a mon's friends."

The Irishman shaded his eyes with one hand, for the glare of the sun on the snow was almost blinding, and after a moment's scrutiny, said: "Ye are right; there is a fire up there; not much smoke does the same give out, but it is climbing up the clear sky as straight as a mon's finger." "I take it that it means Indians; it seems to me they are all around us."

Shoemakers were then a very drucken set, but his beasts keepit him frae them. My mon's been a sober mon all his life, and he never negleckit his wark. Sae I let him be." Children were born to them, eleven in all, and yet he found time to learn to write, to read some books, and to increase constantly his knowledge of nature.

"Ah, they had a right to put off the funeral," said the other workman, "and not be giving the poor corp his death of cold." "'Tis warrum enough there where the ould mon's gone, but 'tis cold working for a poor lad like mesilf in the bottom of a wet grave. Gol! 'tis like a dreen." With that he shouldered his spade and waded reluctantly away.

She, presumably, carried out her intention of visiting Evasio Mon's grave, and perhaps said a prayer in the little chapel near to it for the repose of the soul of the man whom she had forgiven so suddenly and completely. She did not return to the terrace at all events, and the Sarrions went about their own affairs during the afternoon without seeing her again.

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