Digging for Gold

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It was... in a garden. Decades ago," he said, distracted. It was at this point he'd begun to look around, seeing the surreptitious glances being thrown their way from the tables. The barista was blatantly not even making the coffee anymore. They were watching him. He turned on Chloe. "Alright, what's going on? Did someone put you up to this? Who was it, Gabriel? Hastur?" That eventful night did not terminate, however, with the departure of the Indian. Another scene was enacted, but, unlike the popular mode of theatrical procedure, the farce was followed by a tragedy. He rolled his eyes, though he'd fervently deny it if she dared to point it out. "So you keep saying," he said. He'd politely grimaced through many of Chloe's high-and-mighty lectures about sleep schedules, healthy alcohol intake and 'safe' exercise activities for men of his age. She meant well, at least, but she knew she was being ignored. It didn't deter her, though. "I assure you, my dear, I'm not about to drop dead anytime soon. My lifestyle is perfectly fine as it is." Saw him at my shift in the Ritz with Fell. They turn up a lot. They're dating I think? replied one of her son's friends. Got a friend working at Chef Ramsay's restaurant. She says they show up there too now and then. Hope that helps :) Isn't it just? Funny that we've never met before, though. Mr Fell says he's known you for ages," she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter, with no intention of leaving. "How come you're hanging around all of a sudden?"

It seemed to each sleeper, when awakened next morning, that he had only just closed his eyes, so sound had been his repose, and there was a great deal of violent yawning, stretching, grumbling, and winking before the whole party was finally aroused and ready to set forth. However, they got under way at last, and early in the forenoon came to the edge of a sandy plain, which appeared to be interminable, with scarcely a blade of grass on it. Here they halted for a few minutes. Thus they went on hour after hour, becoming more and more oppressed at every step. The improvident among them drank up the precious water too fast, and towards evening began to sigh for relief, and to regard with longing eyes the supplies of their more self-denying companions. They consoled themselves, however, to some extent, with thoughts of the deep draughts they hoped to obtain at night. Carrying these in their hands, and disposed round their persons, intermixed with short swords and long bowie-knives, the whole party mounted guard, bristling like human hedge-hogs, and, placed at equal intervals on each side of the camp, marched about for an hour or two, without seeing or hearing anything more of their enemies.Well, get away to rest. You can take the second watch, and it is not likely they will disturb you before morning. If they do, you won’t require to be called, so keep your weapons handy.” That night, as Frank and Graddy lay together under the same blanket, the latter observed that, “he had travelled a goodish bit over the univarse, but that he had niver before comed across nothin’ like the experiences of the last two days; and that, if the end of their diggin’ for goold woe to be as bad as the begginin’, the sooner they set about diggin’ their graves the better!” He shrugged. "I don't know. Just didn't think that was his type," he said. "Besides, Fell must be seventy-odd by now. What is this guy, fifty, maybe fifty-five, at most? That's odd, don't you think?"

The exact reason for Aziraphale's discomfort would be hard to pinpoint. Maybe it was rooted in habit; six millennia of secrecy and shame was a hard routine to break, and talk of romance had always been frowned upon in Heaven. What was more likely, however, was that Aziraphale was flustered because he didn't want to admit that he already had a date. He glanced at the calendar, hoping she wouldn't notice the red love-heart he'd drawn over this coming Saturday. The topic of the elusive Mr Crowley didn't crop up again until the next day, when she stopped by her favourite coffee shop. Tom, the new barista, was a friend of hers, and she figured she'd show him a little support by dropping by when she could. That, and he never minded sharing gossip, if there was no queue behind her. They said little, however, seeming to be too much depressed to express their disappointment in words, but their haggard looks were fearfully eloquent. Some of those who had wasted their supplies earnestly implored their more prudent comrades to give them a little, a “very little,” of the precious element, and two or three were generous enough to give away a few drops of the little that still remained to them. An expert worker in average ground could gather and wash a panful of dirt every ten minutes. There were few places in Bigbear Gully that would not yield two shillings’ worth of gold to the panful, so that in those early days, while the surface soil was still fresh, a man could, by steady work alone—without incidental nuggets—work out gold-dust to the value of between five and six pounds sterling a day, while, occasionally, he came upon a lump, or nugget, equal, perhaps, to what he could procure by the labour of a week or more. Now,” said the former as they sauntered along the bank of the river, “the question that you and I must settle at once is, are we two to work by ourselves, or are we to join with our late friends, and work in company?”Wotiver you do, do it at once,” said Joe, putting on his straw hat with an energetic slap. “That’s one of my mottos. I’ll go an’ carry it into practice.” He was an immensely powerful, good-looking fellow, and paused in his work to reply to Frank’s question with a hearty air.

Why not?” inquired Frank somewhat angrily. “Because I was not hired for such work. It is my business to push on to the mines, and push on I will, follow who pleases.” Before any one had time to act or speak, a man, clad in the flannel shirt, heavy boots, etcetera, of a miner, strode into the circle of light, with the air of one whose intentions are peaceful.

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Frank here interrupted his friend with a hearty laugh, and at the same time declared that he would have nothing to do with the grog and provision store; that he would rather take to porterage than engage in any such enterprise. Devon county is rich in a variety of minerals and is a regular spot for gold panning in England. Dumfries and Galloway The room took a collective gasp. "Like - an engagement ring?" cried Tom from behind the counter. Crowley's ears heated up. Perhaps not,” said Frank; “but few of them, I believe, fail to make enough to pay off their debts.”