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The boat was rising and falling rapidly now, and as she ran further and further out into the ever freshening wind she kept on rising and falling yet more rapidly. The more motion there was the more Aunt Mary seemed to sift down in her two chairs. "We’d better put back," said Jack; "this won’t do, you know. How do you feel now, Aunt Mary?" he added, leaning over her.
“I don’t know,” replied Jack. “We’ve few friends around here we need to take the trouble to say good-bye to. We could call on Mrs. Farnum, but I imagine we’d run into the naval party up at the Farnum house. We want to keep a bit in the background with these naval officers, except when they may ask for our company.” “Let’s take a walk about the old town, then,” Hal suggested.
We’d hide somewhere, a long way off, in the north or in the south. I shall be changed by that time, and she will, too, in America. The doctors shall make me some sort of wart on my face—what’s the use of their being so mechanical!—or else I’ll put out one eye, let my beard grow a yard, and I shall turn gray, fretting for Russia. I dare say they won’t recognize us.
As we got nearer I saw a sight that made my heart sink—all those underclothes we’d put so much work on, out there swinging in the wind. Yulka came bringing a dishpanful of wrung clothes, but she darted back into the house like she was loath to see us. When I went in, Ántonia was standing over the tubs, just finishing up a big washing. Mrs.
“None whatever?” he insisted. “A few coppers.” “It would be dangerous in that case. The money would have then to be dealt specially with. Very specially. We’d have perhaps to lose more than half the amount in order to get these notes changed in a certain safe place I know of in Paris.
That may be any hour, now.” “Then we’d better find Eph,” suggested Captain Jack, “and pass him the word. Won’t Eph Somers dance a jig for delight, though?” “Yes; we’d better look both boats over at once,” replied Mr. Farnum, picking up his hat. “And we’ll leave word for Grant Andrews and some of his machinists to inspect both craft with us. There may be a few things that will need to be done.”
“Up at the dog-town,” I answered laconically. “Kill him yourself? How come you to have a weepon?” “We’d been up to Russian Peter’s, to borrow a spade for Ambrosch.” Otto shook the ashes out of his pipe and squatted down to count the rattles. “It was just luck you had a tool,” he said cautiously. “Gosh! I would n’t want to do any business with that fellow myself, unless I had a fence-post along.
The gate air shut sure ’nuff. Our horses ain’t likely to take the back trail and leave us, that’s sartin.” “Oh, Pete,” I exclaimed, “how will we ever get out? Must we spend the remainder of our lives here?” “It do look as if we’d stop hyer a right smart bit,” he admitted, “maybe till this hyer holler between the mountains all fills with water agin like it was onct before, I reckon.
We’ve had the carpet taken up in the back drawing-room, and the piano and the card-tables are in the front. Jemima thought we’d better have a regular sit-down supper in the front parlour, because of the speechifying, and all that.
“From Katya, from that young lady? No, you didn’t steal it. Give it her back, take it from me.... Why make a fuss? Now everything of mine is yours. What does money matter? We shall waste it anyway.... Folks like us are bound to waste money. But we’d better go and work the land. I want to dig the earth with my own hands. We must work, do you hear? Alyosha said so.
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