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"You impose a difficult task on me, Peter." "Ob course I do, Geo'giana, but as your life an' p'r'aps mine, but dat ain't much depends on it, you'll see de needcessity." "I will certainly try for your sake as well as my own," returned Hester fervently. "Well, I t'ink you will, but it ain't easy, an' I'll test you some day."
"I can't think whatever Miss Ruth Dotropy is so curious about me for, she's bin at me again," said Mrs Bright to Mrs Davidson, who was busy with her needle on some part of the costume of her "blessed babby," which lay, like an angel, in its little crib behind the door. "P'r'aps it's all along of her bein' so interested in you," replied pretty Mrs Davidson.
"Now, you see, 's my 'pinion, Matt, that them coves up't th' Admiralty don't know no more how to guv'n this country than they knows how to work a Turk's head on a man-rope." "P'r'aps not," replied Quintal, with a look of wise solemnity. "Nor'-a-bit on it," continued McCoy, becoming earnest. "An' wot on earth's the use o' the Lords an' Commons an' War Office?
"Soon?" inquired Gaff. "P'r'aps yes, p'r'aps no." Once more the seamen relapsed into a silence which was not again broken until two of the crew and several Russians came on deck. Haco gave orders to have the topsail reefed, and then commencing to pace to and fro on the small deck, devoted himself entirely to smoke and meditation. Soon after, there was a loud cheer from Billy Gaff.
P'r'aps he didn't remember anything except that he and Greevy quarrelled, and that Greevy and he shot at each other in the prairie. He'd only be thinking of the thing that mattered most to him that his life was over, an' that a man had put a bullet in him, an' "
Robinson, and also for poor Cap'n Flower," said the watchman; "they asked me some questions about 'im, and I told 'em the lies wot you told me to tell 'em, Joe; p'r'aps that's w'y I 'ad the warning." Joe turned away with a growl and went below, and Tim and the cook after greedily waiting for some time to give the watchman's imagination a further chance, followed his example.
"'Ere," he said, in commanding tones. "'Oo are you darncin' with?" "I'm darncin' with 'im," answered the girl, pertly, indicating the Englishman with a jerk of her head. "Ho, you're darncin' with 'im, are you? 'E brought you 'ere, p'r'aps?" "No, he didn't," she said. "No," said he. "You know well enough 'e didn't."
It was the last thing I should 'ave called out. I didn't want to be saved." "P'r'aps he cried 'Emma," said the voice from the door. "Might ha' been that," admitted the mate. "Well, when I heard it I ran to the edge and looked down at the water, and at first I couldn't see anything. Then I saw what I took to be a dog, but, knowing that dogs can't cry 'help! " "Emma," corrected Mr. Heard.
"Now I know you're thinking about Herb Benson; or it might be that tricky Ted Shafter," remarked Steve. "Well, didn't we kinder half 'spect we'd have a visit from one or t'other of them crowds, p'r'aps both?" demanded Bandy-legs, with an injured air. "All right; but these fellows didn't look like either lot.
A bobcat hates dogs about as much as human beings do skunks. If you ever run across him again, Steve, it'll be somewhere else; p'r'aps up where you left the rest of your fine buck." "Well, he didn't get our breakfast, anyway," remarked Bandy-legs, quite bold again, since all the danger seemed past. "Will you leave it out there after this, Uncle Jim?" asked Max.
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