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cricket 83 Lydia E. "I have not set eyes on it since that night you showed it to me," declared Etwald, coolly. "You refused to sell it to me, so of course I gave up all idea of possessing it. All the same," finished he, politely, "I am sorry that it is lost.",“By no means. Comparatively few. Thad Holman never knew a thing about it. They were mostly dissatisfied cowboys and unsuccessful squatters who saw profit for themselves in a war with Mexico.”,“I can well believe it,” said Aunt Grenertsen. “People never stay at home in these days. They are forever flying about.”,Billy removed the coat he was wearing and passed it over to his mother. She turned it inside out, and inspected it closely.,"What are you picking up?" called the son-in-law.，“No—I gave them all to Nils; but that stout man pinched my ear pretty hard, I can tell you.”，“He is a cattleman, though,” was the answer. “The range is to the north. A branch river flows into the Rio Grande and forms a triangle of green grazing. Holman has put in this irrigation merely to grow crops necessary for house use. It’s taken him years to make this place, and the dam we’re building will wipe it out overnight.”，But this sort of argument did not fall within the frame of Mr Greyquill's picture of integrity. It was a letter lying ready for anybody's hand in a public way; next, it was not addressed; third, it was not signed; and fourth, though the contents were apparently in Mr Lawrence's handwriting, yet some people did write, as Greyquill knew, so wonderfully alike that there was no reason to conclude without strong internal evidence that the letter Mr Greyquill held was written by Mr Lawrence. Whatever else it was, it was certainly a draft roughly pencilled of a letter that had been copied in ink and no doubt despatched. Here and there was an erasure in ink, which proved that it had been copied in ink and corrected in certain places by the pen that was transcribing it. He had not proceeded far when his eyebrows, which, as we have heard, inimitably expressed the aspect of two white mice, arched their backs to an extraordinary degree as though in imitation of a cat when enraged; his mouth took on the posture of a whistle; with his eyes rooted to[Pg 140] the sheet he stopped and scratched his head until he nearly tumbled his hat into the road.“No,” snapped the other. “I’m not ready. Go along yourself if you’re in such a hurry.” Then he went on with the game.

"Oh, now, Mrs. Geoffrey, come—I say—how cruel yon can be!",It is the first time since their marriage that she and Geoffrey have been parted, and it seems to her a hard thing that such partings should be. A sense of desolation creeps over her,—a sense of loneliness she has never known before.,"Because I have work to do here," retorts he, grimly. "Yet ever since I first set foot on this soil, contentment has gone from me. Abroad a man lives, here he exists. There, he carries his life in his hand, and trusts to his revolver rather than to the most learned of counsels, but here all is on another footing.",“You’ve been bully to me, Dad.”,"Certainly," was the answer.,Several others were summoned and returned with remarkable reports. At last two high-pitched little voices called in concert down the[160] stair: “The Royal Seeress will rend the veil of futurity for William Bennett.”,A pretty little figger,,"You kin have that Jim Scroggie over to supper tonight, Willium, if you want to.",“No; but I stop here sometimes. Are you afraid of ghosts?”,"Yes, sir, so he said; but the will was never found.","Gosh," cried Elgin Scraff, "there goes the bell! Come on everybody; let's get our medicine.","Geoffrey," she says with a visible effort..