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"She don't quite register on the line we've adopted to make him talk. Kind o' kept that in the background. Women are soft." "Ask she come up," said Van Diest. And Laurence went out passing Blayney who was on duty outside the door. "What's the bend, Chief?" demanded Hipps. Van Diest shook his head thoughtfully. "Donno, donno. Wass awful if we mus' do someting. Eh? Hipps, eh?"
"Bisco, it ain't human nature for her to stan' up agin all that's brought to bear on her. Cap'n Tom is dead. Love is only human at las', an' like all else that's human it mus' fade away if it ain't fed. It's been ten years an' mo' sence Cap'n Tom's light went out." "The last day of November '64 " said Uncle Bisco, "I was thar an' seed it. It was at the Franklin fight."
About an hour later the girls were back at the paddock, Nelly's face alight with joy, for it had not taken good old Mammy long to see that the chief cause of Nelly's lack of strength was lack of proper nourishment, and her skilled old hands were soon busy with sherry and raw eggs as a preliminary, to be followed by one of Aunt Cynthia's dainty little luncheons; a luncheon composed of what Mammy hinted "mus' be somethin' wha' gwine fer ter stick ter dat po' chile's ribs, 'case she jist nachelly half-starved."
"Wa'al" he made another effort "Tobe, we war jes sayin', ain't fitten fur ter be ranger o' the county. He be ez peart in gittin' ter own other folkses' stray cattle ez he war in courtin' other folkses' sweetheart, an', ef the truth mus' be knowed, in marryin' her." He suddenly twisted round, in some danger of falling from his perch.
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"That," said Nigel, "has a good deal to do with most things from the singing of a tea-kettle to the explosion of a volcano; though, doubtless, the commercial spirit which is now so strong among men is the proximate cause." "Surely dese people mus' be reech," said the professor, looking round him with interest.
He had lived with "a familiar spirit" so long, he feared the issue of this next excursion into the fens of crime. Dupont was on his feet now. "He will be here only three days more I haf find it so. To-night it mus' be done. As we go I will tell you what to say. I will wait at the Forks, an' we will come back togedder. His cheque will do. Eef he gif at all, the cheque is all right.
The frightened clerk and waiter followed hastily, and restrained him as he was opening the front door. "Sir, dear sir, be patient " "Now, Marse Houghton, wot you gwine ter do?" cried the negro. "I'm going straight to that damned Bodine." "Den, Marse Houghton, you mus ride. Sam's puttin' de bosses to de kerrige dis minit." Houghton instantly darted through the house and out to the stable.
Now wat yer say? speak yer min'. Ef'n yer able an' willin' ter tote me fum hyear ter de crick, I'll ontie yer; ef'n yer ain't, den far yer well, caze I mus' be er gittin' erlong.
It would be equivalent, in fact, to an acknowledgment that he had been entirely defeated. Accordingly, both sides began again to prepare vigorously for war. The Romans marched southward from the city with a large army, under the command of their two consuls. The names of the consuls at this time were Sulpicius Saverrio and Decius Mus.
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