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A spokesman for the lodgers found his voice. "Well, we ain't a-goin' to stay in no doggone house with a chink shoved in fer a cook." Van nodded: "Have you ever tried Algy's cooking?" "No, we ain't! And we ain't a-goin' to, neither!" The others murmured their assent. "You're a fine discriminating cluster of bifurcated, viviparous idiots," said Van in visibly disturbing scorn.
Said the best way to skin snakes was 'fore they was dead." As Johnny began cutting the skin free from the jaws of the reptile, the long, needle-like fangs dripped yellow venom and Dick, looking on with a white face, half whispered: "Suppose you happened to touch those fangs?" "Ain't a-goin' to touch 'em. Wish I had my pliers here, to pull 'em out. You oughter save 'em, and the skull, too.
"I ain't a-goin' to deny nothink," replied Liffie, a little softened by the boy's apologetic tone, "only when I'm expected to give a civil answer, I expects a civil question." "That's all fair an' aboveboard. Now, will you tell the Miss Seawards I wants to see 'em, on a matter of business of importance." Another minute and Billy stood in the presence of the ladies he wished to see.
'Surely you are not going to leave us at a moment like this? I said. 'That's jist what I am a-goin' to do, she said. 'This is the very time an' this is the very place where I am a-goin' to leave you an' all Gorgios. 'Part on Snowdon, Sinfi! I exclaimed. 'That's what we're a-goin' to do, brother.
And then there wuz Liberty, agin a woman, beautiful and serene, a-depicterin' Liberty, and agin a-holdin' her arms round a young male child, and a-teachin' him. That, too, filled me with high hope, that Uncle Sam had at last discovered the mean actions that wuz a-goin' on about wimmen; that he had seen the chains that wuz a-bindin' her, and a-gaulin' her.
You might as well say there ain't no life in your own bones." "So they isn't," she answered him grimly. "They keep on a-goin' just to spite me." "Delia More De-lia More," the wheels beat out, and it was as if I had heard the name often. Already I had noticed the woman.
"There ain't no missis here, an' I ain't your dear," was the prompt reply. Billy was taken aback. He had not anticipated so ready and caustic a response, in one so small and child-like. "Come now no offence meant," he said, "but you're not a-goin' to deny that the Miss Seawards does live here."
Else he think, 'Dat ole man what I'm goin' to be, dat ain' goin' be me 'tall dat goin' be somebody else! What I caih 'bout dat ole man? I ain't a-goin' take caih o' no teef fer HIM! Yes, suh, an' den when he GIT to be ole man, he say, 'What become o' dat young man I yoosta be? Where is dat young man agone to?
Renton, at one side of the table within, looking at Rollins, sitting leaning on his folded arms, at the other side. "Mr. Rollins, I am told the man who was stabbed here last night is dead. Is that so?" "Well, he is, Dr. Renton. Died this afternoon." "Mr. Rollins, this is a serious matter; what are you going to do about it?" "Can't help it, sir. Who's a-goin' to touch me? Called in a watchman.
Weller, 'I should like to know, in the first place, whether you're a-goin' to purwide me with a better? A sunbeam of placid benevolence played on Mr. Pickwick's features as he said, 'I have half made up my mind to engage you myself. 'Have you, though? said Sam. Mr. Pickwick nodded in the affirmative. 'Wages? inquired Sam. 'Twelve pounds a year, replied Mr. Pickwick. 'Clothes? 'Two suits.
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