But Huff!--Huff was for modelling wickedly.
Huff:
Who told you that?
Mrs Huff:
I need no one's telling.
I was your wife once. Don't I know your goodness?
A stupid heart gone sour with jealousy,
To feel its blood too dull and thick for sinning.--
Yes, Huff would figure a wicked thought, but had
No notion how, and flung the clay aside.--
O they were gaudy colours both! But now
Fear has bleacht their swagger and left them blank,
Fear of a loon that cried, End of the World!
Huff:
Shale, do you know what we're to do?
Shale:
I'ld like
To have the handling of that dowser-man.
Huff:
Just that, my lad, just that!
Warp:
And your fired rick.
Huff:
Let it be blazes! Quick, Shale, after him!
I'll tramp the night out, but I'll take the rogue.
Shale (to the others):
You wait, and see us haul him by the ears,
And swim the blatherer in Huff's farm-yard pond.
[As HUFF and SHALE go out, they see the comet before them.]
Huff:
The devil's own star is that!
Shale:
And floats as calm
As a pike basking.
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