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But Miss Hermy was kind when I wasn't, so, sorr, it's give her that ring ye will, plaze, an' say as poor Martin died blessing her. An' now it's go I'll ask ye, sorr, for God's callin' me to wipe away me tears an' sorrers and bind up me broken heart so lave me to God and my little Maggie " Very softly Ravenslee followed Mrs.
"Why, Spider!" he exclaimed, "what the " "Sufferin' Mike!" sighed the Spider plaintively, "here I've been knockin' at your all-fired winder knockin' an' knockin', an' here you've been snorin' and snorin'." "No, did I snore, Spider?" "Bo, you sure are a bird for snorin'." "Damn it!" said Ravenslee, frowning, "I must break myself of it." "Thinkin' of gettin' married, bo?" "Married? What the "
"Talkin' o' shootin'," said Soapy, grimly deliberate, "peanuts ain't a healthy profesh around here not fer your kind, it ain't!" "Oh, I don't know," answered Ravenslee, shaking his head gently at the tomatoes, "I've heard of professions even more unhealthy." "Aw well say what?" "Well, talking of shooting yours!"
Trapes rising, "there ain't a breathin' man in all this whole round earth as is fit to go down on 'is knees an' kiss 'er little foot not a one! No, sir!" "No, I don't think there is!" said Mr. Ravenslee slowly. "As for that Bud M'Ginnis," cried Mrs.
Ravenslee, having opened the door for her, closed it again, lighted his pipe, and sinking into the easy-chair, fell into frowning thought.
"Sorry for that," murmured Ravenslee, "because I rather like you, Spider. I think you could be quite a decent fellow if you tried very hard! Come, shake your grouch and let's be friends." "Say," growled the Spider, "what you're sufferin' from's a hard neck! You ain't no friend o' mine not much you ain't, savvy? So crank up an' get on yer way like a good little feller!"
Trapes, I'm hungry, very hungry darned hungry!" "Which is a sign as you're improvin' rapid. Beef tea'll be here soon." "I won't drink the stuff!" "Oh, but you will, when Hermy brings it." "Hermione!" said Ravenslee, his voice grown gentle, and laying down his book again. "Mrs. Trapes, have you noticed any change in her lately?" "A bit handsomer, p'r'aps "
Y' see, she ain't much on the giggle, Geoff, but she's most always singing, 'cept when her kids is sick or Mulligan calls " "What do you mean?" "Oh, Hermy mothers all the kids around here when they're sick, an' lots o' kids is always getting sick. And when Mulligan comes it's rent day, an' sometimes Hermy's a bit shy on the money " "Is she?" said Mr. Ravenslee, frowning. "You bet she is, Geoff!
The boy took a hurricane lamp from the floor beside him, and, having lighted it, brought Ravenslee further into that littered corner where, among the boxes and bundles and other oddments, lay what seemed to be two or three oars covered with a worn tarpaulin. "Look, Geoff you remember only this morning!"
Hermione made a motion of assent, and Ravenslee continued, softer than before: "I wanted you to make up your mind to come away to-night, but I can't ask you now, can I? It it wouldn't be er the thing, would it?" Hermione didn't answer or lift her head and, stooping above her, he saw how she was trembling; but her eyes were still fast shut. "You you're not afraid of me, are you, Hermione?" "No."
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