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"Oh, shut up!" said Kedzie. "Thass way you're always repressin' me. You're a hopeless Philisterine. But I have no intentions of shuttin' up, my darlin' Anita Anita Shh! shh!" He was hushing himself. He was very patently remembering something and conspicuously warning himself not to divulge it. Kedzie loathed him too much to care. Now that he was safely housed he ceased to interest her.
I determined to go take a walk along some of the country roads an' think this thing over for myself. I went aroun' to the front gate, where the woman of the house was a-standin' talkin' to somebody, an' I jus' bowed to her, for I didn't feel like sayin' anything, an' walked past her. "'Hello! said she, jumpin' in front of me an' shuttin' the gate. 'You can't go out here.
They were all within reach when the two enemies met under the arc light. Cock-eyed Grace sounded the challenge. "Now, you little Sheeny Rose," she said, "I'm goin' to do ye fer shuttin' of me out o' Nigger Martha's wake." With that out came her hatpin, and she made a lunge at Sheeny Rose. The other was on her guard. Hatpin in hand, she parried the thrust and lunged back.
"There they are, thank goodness!" says Vee, shuttin' off the engine and lettin' the boat drift in towards 'em slow. "Hello, there!" I calls out. "That you, Torchy?" asks Old Hickory, anxious. "Yep!" says I. "Me and Vee." "Bully for you youngsters!" says he. "I might have known it would be you two who would find us." "Verona, I am astonished," gasps Auntie. "Yes, I thought you would be," says Vee.
In fact, I done everything but tuck 'em in bed, and I had said good-night twice and was makin' my getaway, when Mrs. Leavitt follows me out into the hall, shuttin' Hubby in by himself. "Just one thing more, Mr. McCabe," says she. "I guess you needn't say anything to Twombley-Crane about our bein' here." "Oh!" says I. "Goin' to spring it on him to-morrow yourself?"
Jumble's coat was covered with little pieces of horsehair, as though from the interior of a chair. William's jersey was torn from shoulder to hem. He looked stern and indignant. "A nice thing to do!" he began bitterly. "Shuttin' me up in that ole van. How d'you expect me to breathe, shut in with ole bits of furniture. Folks can't live without air, can they? A nice thing if you'd found me dead!"
"Gien ye set aboot shuttin' up, sir, or my lord I kenna whilk ye'll hae to begin nearer hame," said Malcolm, as he stooped to pick up the broadsword, and so complete his possession of the weapons. "An' ye'll please to haud in min', that nane here is an injured man but my gran'father himsel'." "Hey!" said the marquis; "what do you make of all my dishes?"
And then well, I was watchin' the pink spread up her cheeks, and was sort of gazin' into them big gray eyes, and gen'rally takin' one of them long, lingerin' looks; and we was both leanin' back not so very far apart, with the slides of the cab shuttin' everything else out and then all of a sudden I heard her sort of whisper "Well?" and and Ah, say!
Now what do you make of all that, Jake?" "Well, you area mug. It don't need no makin' up. That book's all rounded to. He wants the mare stopped, an' don't want no muddlin' about with the jockey, see? Wasn't there a row over stoppin' Lucretia last year? Wasn't the boy set down for the meetin'? You ought to know; you had to pay through the nose for shuttin' his mouth.
"Yer mare is winnin'," yelled a granger. "You bet she is," retorted Mr. Roberts. "See her! Ain't she takin' the kinks out of her speed? Ain't that a clip? Sit still, ye fool," he cried lustily, apostrophising the boy who was riding; "if ye git a move on ye I'll kill ye. Oh, my lord! if she ain't a-goin' to distance them! Yes, sir, she's a shuttin' 'em out.
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