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The Gold-Stealers

CHAPTER XV
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It's halves, you know--fair halves!' 'Yes, an' haven't you always got your share all fair an' square?
An' what' ye you ever done fer it but whimper an' cant an' snuffle, like the cur you are ?' 'I was goin' to give it up after this,' whined Shine, disregarding Joe's outburst, 'an' get married again, an' live God-fearin' an' respectable.' Rogers glared at him in the darkness, and laughed in an ugly way.
'Marry! 'he sneered.

'Man, the little widow wouldn't have you.

She's waitin' fer Frank Hardy; an', as fer yer God-fearin' life, you're such an all-fired hippercrit, Shine, that I believe you fool yourself that you're a holy man in spite o' everythin,' 'pon me soul I do! 'Ah, Joseph Rogers, the devil may triumph fer a while, but I'm naturally a child o' grace, an' if you'd on'y turn--' Rogers uttered an oath, and drawing back struck the searcher in the face with his open hand.
'Enough o' that!' he cried.

'None o' your sick'nin' Sunday-school humbug fer me, Mr.Superintendent.

We've talked o' that before.' Shine arose, and moved back a few paces.
'I'd better be goin',' he said.


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