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Updated: June 27, 2025
'An' the pin-feather party exhibits a bullet wound in his left fore-arm, the same bein' about half healed. "'Colt's six-shooter, says Enright. "'That's straight, says the pin-feather party, buttonin' up his sleeve; 'you calls the turn. I wins out that abrasion pleadin' with the old gent. Which I tackles him twice. The first time he opens on me with his 44-gun before ever I ends the sentence.
We'd got inside the doorway without a word bein' said, when a bright-eyed Dago girl with a rainbow-tinted handkerchief about her neck breaks the spell. "Picture, Meester take-a da picture?" says she pleadin'. With that the others breaks loose. "Picture, Meester! Please-a, Meester? Picture, picture!"
Now the queer thing about this, boys, ez that suthin in my bones tells me the old man is THAR. I pushes in, and, sure as a gun, I hears his voice. Kinder pathetic, kinder pleadin', kinder " "Love-makin'!" broke in the impatient Robinson. "You've hit it, pard, you've rung the bell every time! But she says, 'wants thet money down, or I'll and here I couldn't get to hear the rest.
"The man dumped the dunnage into the launch, pretty average ugly, and me and the boss climbed aboard. I cast off. "'Mr. Williams, says the man, kind of pleadin', 'ain't you goin' to pay me the rest of my month's wages? "Williams told him he wa'n't, and added trimmin's to make it emphatic. "I started the engine and we moved out at a good clip.
"'Mutiny, sorr, sez the Sargint, an' the orf'cer bhoy begins pleadin' pitiful to Crook to be let go: but divil a bit wud Crook budge. "'Kape him there, he sez, ''tis no child's work this day. By the same token, sez he, 'I'll confishcate that iligant nickel-plated scent-sprinkler av yours, for my own has been vomitin' dishgraceful!
"There ain't no way of movin' that damn girl. She's gone on a hunger strike an' she'll die in it. We can't send her out of the valley. It's hell to have her dyin' on our hands here. But there ain't no way to make her change her mind. I've tried pleadin' with her I've even offered her money. It don't do no good. Think of that!" "Sure it don't," sneered Buck.
"I could almost guess that from the lid you're wearin'," says I. "One of Miss Vee's, ain't it?" She pinks up and goes gaspy at that. "Please," she begins pleadin', "if you would not mention " "I might forget to," I breaks in, "if you'll tell me where I can find 'em quickest." And Celeste gets the information out rapid. They're house-partyin' at the Morley Beckhams, over at Quehassett, Long Island.
Leavitt, when she finds who it is, asks pleadin' if I won't run up and see 'em a little while. "Please come," says she; "for I'm completely flabbergasted. It's it's about Mr. Leavitt." "Why, sure," says I. "I'll come right up." I finds 'em sittin' in their dull, bare little hotel room, one on each side of the bed, with the extension grip half packed on the floor. "Well," says I, "what's up?"
I can see it just as plain as if 'twas yesterday Marcellus and Shadrach in the office goin' over the books and addin' up on pieces of paper, and it gettin' worse and worse all the time. And the whole town a-talkin'! And poor Zoeth lyin' in his bedroom there to home, out of his mind and ravin' distracted and beggin' and pleadin' with his partners not to chase 'em, to let 'em go free for her sake.
That's all; but them big eyes of Helma's don't miss it. "You you don't believe he took the money, do you?" says she, wistful and pleadin'. At which Vee reaches over and pats her soothin' on the hand. "I don't believe a word of it," says she. "He's a good Daddums," goes on Helma, spreadin' the last of the marmalade on a buttered muffin.
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