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Never a buck-log to his fire, no, nor a stick thicker than your finger for seven mile round; and if there was, you'd get a month for cutting it. If the young'un milks free this time, I'll be off to the bay again, I know. But will he? By George, he shall though. The young snob, I know he daren't but come, and yet it's my belief he's late just to keep me soaking out in the rain.
"She ought to be pretty well used to it by this time. Only a tar. It ought to be Ralli's answer about the new rivets. . . . Great Heavens!" Hitchcock jumped to his feet. "What is it?" said the senior, and took the form. "That's what Mother Gunga thinks, is it," he said, reading. "Keep cool, young'un. We've got all our work cut out for us. Let's see.
He's a nice young man to keep a cove's spirits up, and talk about 'a short life and a merry one. Here comes the heavy. Hand it here to take the taste of that fellow's talk out of my mouth." "Well, my young'un," recommenced my tormentor, "and how do you like your company?" "Leave the boy alone," growled Crossthwaite; "don't you see he's crying?" "Is that anything good to eat?
Angel produced a small bottle of licorice water from his pocket and took a long mouthful. Then he handed it to me. It was soothing, delicious. "Me too!" cried The Seraph, and I held it to his eager little mouth. "Here," said Angel angrily, "he's swiggin' down the whole thing. Drop it, young'un!" At the same moment, the door opened quietly, and Mrs. Handsomebody entered.
She's spoilt her market by that move. There ain't a young feller in Waveland got courage enough to make up to her now, for all that pretty face; nobody wants to take a young'un that don't belong to 'em, on their hands to support. She's clean crazy to do it. "Rose, you'll have to finish the dishes and clean up, if it is Saturday, for I'm a goin' round to Miss Pryor's.
And scarcely a moan, scarcely a word of complaint! men giving up their turn with the surgeon to a comrade 'Never mind me, sir he's worse nor me! or the elder cheering the younger 'Stick it, young'un this'll get you to Blighty right enough! or, in the midst of mortal pain, signing a field postcard for the people at home, or giving a message to a padre for mother or wife.
There's another proverb, 'One on the side of God is a majority. How about that?" "Transcendental humbug." "A truth demonstrated at Wittenberg." "Are you aching for the martyr's palm?" "I am afraid not. On the whole, I think I'd rather enjoy life than quarrel with it. But" with a sudden blaze "I feel to-day like fighting the world." "Hey, presto! what now, young'un?"
For every minute you keep me, you'll get an extra crack!" and, true to her word, there was presently a grieved cry from the child, upon whose slender shoulders at least a dozen blows were showered in rapid succession. An hour after, when Clemence went down to breakfast, Johnny came in from the woodshed, with traces of tears on his face. "What's the matter with the young'un?" asked Mr.
"Now, what in hell are you driving at?" "She'll be thinkin' of Joan. God knows she worried enough because Dan hasn't brought the kid back before this, but when she hears what he's done now, she'll know that he's wild for keeps and she'll be on the trail to bring the young'un home." He turned his back cleanly on the house and set his shoulders tense. "Go on, Lee. Be a man."
Who was this man was it Miss Catheron's scapegrace brother? Jimmy could tell him nothing more. "If you wants to find out about Miss Inez' brother," said Jimmy, "you go to old Hooper. He knows. All I know is, that they say he was an uncommon bad lot; but old Hooper, he's knowed him ever since he was a young'un and lived here.
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