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I see her, an' I think I hear her voice on the top of Lisbane, ringin' sweetly across the valley of the Mountain Wather, as I often did. An' is it to take me away now from all this? Oh! no, childre', the white-haired grandfather couldn't go. He couldn't lave the ould places the ould places. If he did, he'd die he'd die. Oh, don't, for God's sake, Tom, as you love me!"
"Hast thou not yearned for me?" she yelled, ringin her hands like a female play acter. "Not a yearn!" I bellerd at the top of my voice, throwin her away from me. The free lovers who was standin round obsarvin the scene commenst for to holler "shame" "beast," etsettery, etsettery.
"Take ahold here, an' keep ringin' steady," said Dan, passing Harvey the lanyard of a bell that hung just behind the windlass. Harvey rang lustily, for he felt two lives depended on him. But Disko in the cabin, scrawling in the log-book, did not look like a murderer, and when he went to supper he even smiled dryly at the anxious Harvey. "This ain't no weather," said Dan.
He managed to stammer: "Ain't you going to get Barry? Ain't you goin' to bust him up, Mac?" "I dunno," repeated the big man heavily. "Seems like I've got no heart for killing. Seems like they's enough death in the world." He pressed his hand against his forehead and closed his eyes. "Seems like they's something dead in me. They's an ache that goes ringin' in my head.
Stand here by my side and sing us the song that has been ringin' in yer ears all day. This is a table of feastin', and feastin' means more than eatin'. Sing us the song that tells ye of the past, of yer boyhood's days and father and mother." Oh, the secrets of the woods! How many have fled to them for concealment and refuge!
Why she must have just come in from the backwoods!" The little girl stood still a moment as if transfixed. There came the passionate desire to run and hide. She gave the door-bell a sharp pull. Martha Stimis answered it. "Goodness sakes, is it you, ringin' as if the world wouldn't stand another minnit? Next time you want to get in, Haneran, you jest come down the aree!
The aged feet, the eager youthful feet, the children's feet, all, all walkin' to the sound of the bells. Thoughts of the happy youthful feet that set out to walk side by side, at their ringin' sounds. Thoughts of the aged ones grown tired, and goin' to their long dreamless sleep to their solemn sound.
Murphy looked Orde over critically. "Who ye ringin' in on me?" he inquired. "This is a friend of mine," said Gerald severely. "Beg your pardon. The gentleman is well put up. How much experience has he had?" "Ever box much?" Gerald asked Orde. "Box?" Orde laughed. "Never had time for that sort of thing. Had the gloves on a few times." "Where did you get your training, sir?" asked the handler.
Harmon, in tears, retired to her room, and Lemuel was left standing alone in his office. The mate stole softly to him from the background of the elevator, where he had kept himself in safety during the outbreak. "Look here, mate. This thing been about your ringin' me in here?" "Oh, go away, go away!" Lemuel huskily entreated. "Well, that's what I intend to do.
Pepper gave Lane a shove across the threshold and followed him. Lane did not recognize the young man who had opened the door. The room was large, with old walls and high ceiling, a round table with chairs and a sideboard. It had no windows. The door on the other side was closed. "Pepper, who's this you're ringin' in on me?" demanded the young fellow. "A pard of mine.
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