Helen Hunt Jackson
Nelly's Silver Mine; A story of Colorado life
Buch
Excerpt: ...accepted Billy's word for it all, and met Mr. March with a friendliness which would not usually have been shown to a newcomer. The next morning after they reached Rosita, Long Billy proposed to take Mr. March out and introduce him to some of the people he knew. When Mr. March came downstairs, he was dressed in a good suit of black, and wore a white collar; on the journey, he had worn his rough working-clothes, and a flannel shirt. Long Billy looked him up and down, from head to foot, with an expression of great dissatisfaction; but did not say anything. Then he walked out on the piazza of the hotel, and stood still for some minute…
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Excerpt: ...accepted Billy's word for it all, and met Mr. March with a friendliness which would not usually have been shown to a newcomer. The next morning after they reached Rosita, Long Billy proposed to take Mr. March out and introduce him to some of the people he knew. When Mr. March came downstairs, he was dressed in a good suit of black, and wore a white collar; on the journey, he had worn his rough working-clothes, and a flannel shirt. Long Billy looked him up and down, from head to foot, with an expression of great dissatisfaction; but did not say anything. Then he walked out on the piazza of the hotel, and stood still for some minutes, in deep thought. Then he said to himself:- Hang it all! I'll have to speak to him. What'd he want to go 'n' spruce hisself all up like that for? 'T'll jest ruin him in this town, oncet for all! I'll have to speak to him. I'd rather be scotch-wolloped. What scotch-wolloped means I do not know: but it was a favorite expression of Long Billy's. So he walked Pg 165 back into the hotel, and beckoned Mr. March out on the piazza. Look here, Parson, he said, speaking very fast, and looking very much embarrassed,-which was an odd thing for Billy,-look here, Parson, you ain't goin' to preach to-day, be yer? Why, no, Billy, said Mr. March; why did you ask? Ain't these yer preachin' clo'es? replied Billy, pointing to the black coat. Mr. March laughed. Why, yes, I have preached in them, Billy; but I do not expect ever to again. I must wear them out, though. Not in these parts, Parson, said Billy, solemnly, shaking his head. Yer don't know minin' towns so well's I do. Ef I was to take you down town in that rig, there wouldn't one o' the fellers open his head to yer. They'd shet up jest like snappin' turtles. Ye jest go upstairs 'n' put on the clo'es ye allers wears won't ye? said Billy, almost pleadingly. Why, certainly, Billy, if you really think it would make any difference about my making...
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- ISBN: 978-1-150-46518-5
- EAN: 9781150465185
- Produktnummer: 14786948
- Verlag: Books LLC, Reference Series
- Sprache: Englisch
- Erscheinungsjahr: 2013
- Seitenangabe: 96 S.
- Masse: H24.6 cm x B18.9 cm x D0.5 cm 204 g
- Abbildungen: Paperback
- Gewicht: 204
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