Sweetapple Cove by George van Schaick
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page 84 of 261 (32%)
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stretches out to a fairly important income, so that I am able to invest
in futures, if that be the proper financial term. In the meanwhile I am having a rather good time," I answered. For quite a while she remained silent, seeming to be engaged in profound calculations. After this she again watched the waters and the rugged coast, and the birds wheeling and screaming over shoals of fish. We soon neared the entrance to Sweetapple Cove and Miss Jelliffe looked at it with renewed interest. Beyond those fierce ramparts with their cruel spurs dwelt men and women, most of whom she probably considered to be among the disinherited ones of the earth, eking out a bare living from hand to mouth. "Isn't it too bad that they should all have to strive so hard for the little they get," she said, suddenly. "They do it willingly and bravely, Miss Jelliffe," I said. "Here as elsewhere, of course, the rain falls on the just and the unjust, and usually spoils their fish." When we landed some men came out of the fish-houses, for the time of the midday meal was at hand. I called for volunteers to bring a hand barrow. "Who's got a bed in his house that I can put Dick Will in for a few days, till he gets better?" I asked. A number of offers were forthcoming at once. Finally he was carried away, with two sturdy men at the handles, while others walked alongside, supporting the patient in a sitting posture. He had begun by protesting. |
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