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When they came up the path, it was not alone John was helping a lame old woman, and his wife carried in her arms a sick child, on whom, when they entered the kitchen, Mary Baines threw herself in a passion of crying. "What have they been doing to 'ee, Tommy? 'ee warn't like this when I left 'ee. Oh, they've been killing my lad, they have!" "Hush!" said Mrs.
And he marched with them, in among them, and ate what the cook brought him, without a thought but for the best interests of the government he served. So they buried General Baines some eighty-and-twenty miles from Harumpore, and shot the cook. And, according to the easy Indian theology, the cook was wafted off to paradise, while General Baines betook himself to hell, or was betaken.
Scattergood began a peculiar and roundabout conversation after the manner of a man who fears to broach a subject plainly. Farley showed his irritation. "Mr. Baines," he said, "suppose you get down to business. I'm going away this evening." "To be sure.... To be sure. It's overlappin' eight now, hain't it?" Scattergood paused, listening.
All this happened under the sardonic gaze of Glen Tiflin, and before the puzzled eyes of Joe Kuzak and Two-and-Two Baines. A dozen others were hovering near. Nelsen lowered his voice and called, "Nance?" She answered at once. "I'm all right, Frank. A few people to patch. Some beyond that. I'm in the hospital with Doc Forbes..."
"These are the references to the records," said Johnnie Bones, laying a memorandum on the table. "You'll find them correct." "Knowing Baines as I do," said President Castle, "I'm satisfied." McKettrick and his attorney were conversing in hoarse whispers. McKettrick looked like a man who had come out of a warm bath into a cold-storage room. He was speechless, but his lawyer spoke for him.
"I won't take it," said Sophia, sullenly and flatly; and she hid her face in the pillow. It was a historic moment in the family life. Mrs. Baines thought the last day had come. But still she held herself in dignity while the apocalypse roared in her ears. "OF COURSE I CAN'T FORCE YOU TO TAKE IT," she said with superb evenness, masking anger by compassionate grief.
On the 29th he attended a meeting of the Deputies of British Jews, and a sub-committee was appointed to endeavour to get Mr Baines the originator of a Bill for the purpose of altering the declaration contained in the Act 9 George IV., cap. 17, to be made by persons on their admission to municipal offices to obtain an extension of its provisions to the Jews.
She had sworn to go but to be turned out, to be turned out of the house of her birth and out of her father's home, that was different! Her pride, injured as it was, had a great deal to support. It became necessary for her to recollect that she was a Baines. She affected magnificently not to care.
"What does sich folks do when they git to hear of a case of misery and distress?" "They do what they can, Mr. Baines," said Selina. "Um!... If you heard Xenophon Banks was took sick of a busted leg, and his wife was dead these two year, and a 'leven-year-old girl was tryin' to nuss her pa and look after four more, what d'ye calc'late you'd calc'late?"
Two-and-Two Baines, for example, seemed more composed. There wasn't much work to do during those last days, after the equipment had been inspected and approved, the initials of each man painted in red on his blastoff drum, and all the necessary documents put in order. Mitch Storey rode a bus to Mississippi, to say goodbye to his folks. The Kuzaks flew to Pennsylvania for the same reason.
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