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Before the startled Kentuckian could pull it back from that grasp, hand and book were gone, and the trooper who had taken it was reeling back to the bar, waving the trophy over his head. "Schoolhouse ... right here ..." he mouthed. "Sittin’ there ... two li’l boys, studyin’ their lessons. Now, ain’t that somethin’?" A chair went over with a crash.
"Ain’t goin’ to be what I’d name right out as a comfortable night." "Never seems to be any easy way to do a hard thing," Drew assented. He hugged himself, his hands slipped back and forth about his waist. Under his two shirts—he had added the second before he left the Stronghold—the band of his money belt made a lump and now his hands ran along it.
After examining all the letters closely, Rondeau came to the conclusion that the right one wasn’t there, and he thought, "Well, Leffie’ll be glad, and marster’ll be sorry, and hang me if I ain’t sorry too, for marster’s a plaguey fine chap, and desarves anybody there is in Kentucky." Meanwhile Dr.
You see, bags ain’t always handy." The fat lady plied her eye as a weapon. No Dax could stand up before an accusing feminine eye. He quailed, made a grab for the coffee-pot, and rushed with it out into the night. "What did I tell you?" she asked, with an air of triumph. Johnnie returned with the empty coffee-pot. "To tell the truth, marm, I made a mistake. I ’ain’t made the coffee.
Cymon, by an exertion of great personal strength, uprooted the chairs, and removed them further back. ‘Why, I’m blessed if there ain’t some ladies a-going in!’ exclaimed Mr. Joseph Tuggs, with intense astonishment. ‘Lor, pa!’ exclaimed Miss Charlotta. ‘There is, my dear,’ said Mr. Joseph Tuggs.
It was indeed obvious that Mr Verloc was not in his usual state, physically and even mentally. A sombre irresolution held him silent for a while. Then he murmured a few ominous generalities on the theme of necessity. “Will have to,” repeated Winnie, sitting calmly back, with folded arms, opposite her husband. “I should like to know who’s to make you. You ain’t a slave.
"Ain’t you goin’ to sit down, Joshua?" "I don’t see nothin’ to make me sit down here for." "What do you think of her going?" she said, as he walked toward the door. "I think she’ll have a good time." "At her age?" "Havin’ a good time ain’t a matter o’ age," said Joshua. "It’s a matter o’ bein’ willin’ to have a good time." Lucinda screwed her face up mightily.
"He could telegraph to Miss Arethusa," Lucinda suggested. The suggestion bespoke the superior moral quality of Lucinda’s make-up—her own feeling toward Arethusa being considered. "I don’t want her," said Aunt Mary with a positiveness that was final. "I don’t want her. My heavens, Lucinda, ain’t we just had enough of her? Anyhow, if you ain’t, I have.
But scarcely had he gone into his room, when she turned to Gertrude with a diabolic glimmer in her eyes, and, making full use of her vulgar voice, said: “Whew! Daniel’s kind, ain’t he? No wonder people can’t stand him!”
His ’thirdly’ is insinuating. In it he hints that it ain’t good for man to be alone at meals—" "’Twas the congregation that added the ’foinelly,’ though, before hastily leaving be the back door!" and Costigan slapped his thigh. "The gentleman in question don’t seem to be makin’ much use of his present conversational opportunities.
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