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"Makes a lot of diff'rence, that does. I was considerable of a bully myself afore Betsy got me on the parson's books. Now I'm the most peaceable critter ever you see. Your turn's comin', Miss Colton. All you got to do is be patient." "Joshua!" said Mrs. Atwood, in mild reproof. "You mustn't mind his talk, Miss Colton. He's a terrible joker." Miss Colton changed the subject.
Paul looked back at him, but felt his very eyeballs redden. The band beyond the screen played louder and louder. Then there came a great roar of applause, and Herr Pauer, keeping an eye on Paul till the last instant, walked away. The fat man entered a minute later. 'The governor says you are to go inside, he said, 'and wait till his turn's over. Here's your bob, anyhow.
We-alls looks at Old Man Gentry, an' he shorely seems to cripple down. "'Gentry, says Peets, after Old Monte tells his adventures, 'I hears you tell Nell you was sleepin' all day. S'pose you takes this yere committee to your budwer an' exhibits to us how it looks some. "'The turn's ag'in me, says the old man, 'an' I lose. I'll cut it short for you-alls.
"Not so fast, long shanks," he said. "Our turn's a-coming." "Did he hit her?" I asked, dropping down beside him. "Clean through the mizzen topsail," he replied, "but done no more harm than blowing your nose."
'It was a little thing to you, maybe, says Moran; 'but if you'd had to do seven long days and long cold nights in that devil's den, you'd 'a thought more about it. But you will now. My turn's come. 'I didn't do it to you more than to the rest. I had to keep order in the gaol, and devilish hard work it was. 'You're a liar, says Moran, striking him across the face with his clenched hand.
'But can he afford to help you? is he so much better off than you are? 'Well, sir, you see him haven't got no missus nor young 'uns, and I fancy him's got a few pounds saved in a old stocking. Him don't drink, nayther not so much as a mug o' beer. 'Is he a native of these parts? 'Lor no, sir, turn's a furriner; why, his skin's as brown as a berry! 'Is he a gipsy, do you think?
Hickie of Hickie and Flanagan broke his ankle during their turn at the first house just now, and I want you to take their place at the second house. Your turn's at 9.40: it's a quarter past eight now: I'll have a car for you at your place at ten to nine sharp. Bring your band parts and lighting directions with you... don't forget! You get twenty minutes, on! Right! Goodbye!"
The chugging of the Good Turn's engine was emphasized by the solemn stillness as they ran in toward shore, and the splash of their dropping anchor awakened a faint echo from the neighboring mountains. "Well, that's all we can do till morning," said Roy. "What do you say to some eats?" "Gee, it's big and wild and lonely, isn't it?" said Tom. They had never thought of the Hudson in this way before.
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