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"Well, you've got to have it jest the same! When you bile potaters, don't you let 'em run over onto the stove. Now you remember! I've had to let the fire go down here, an' scrub till I could ha' cried. Don't you never do such a thing ag'in, wherever you be!" He could only look at her. This sort of woman was entirely new to his experience.
If the bile, which is only stale blood, or liquefied flesh, comes in little by little, it is congealed by the fibres and produces internal cold and shuddering. But when it enters with more of a flood it overcomes the fibres by its heat and reaches the spinal marrow, and burning up the cables of the soul sets her free from the body.
I've half a mind to ride back and have him out for that rascal "osculation" and the lady unwilling! and she a young one, a girl, under the protection of the house! By Jove! Redworth, when you come to consider the scoundrels men can be, it stirs a fellow's bile. There's a deal of that sort of villany going and succeeding sometimes! He deserves the whip or a bullet.
Must it come to this that the mere sight of the youth, and strength, and beauty that have left us far behind shall stir our bile, as though it were an insolent parade that the choicest delicacies at our neighbor's wedding-breakfast shall not pique our palate like the baked meats at his funeral?
Some of 'em are very hefty," sez I, "and all of us Sisters almost are a-makin' soap, and we all want to get done here, so we can go home and bile down; we would dearly love a little help," sez I. "I would help," sez Josiah in a willin' tone, "I would help in a minute, if I hadn't got so much work to do at home."
My bile is quite gone. I really believe it arose from mere anxiety. What a wonderful connection between the mind and body! I wonder if they are good. Ah! poor Will Erskine! thou couldst and wouldst have told me. I must consult J.B., who is as honest as was W.E. But then, though he has good taste too, there is a little of Big Bow-wow about it.
I never shall forget his face all the bile in his body had gotten into it; he had literally no whites to his eyes. 'My dear uncle, said I, 'what is the matter? Why, you are absolutely gold stick in waiting.
Excitations of the bile invariably impair the fine sensitiveness of the palate." The Binet Troupe opened in Nantes as you may discover in surviving copies of the "Courrier Nantais" on the Feast of the Purification with "Les Fourberies de Scaramouche."
Q. Why, if you put hot burnt barley upon a horse's sore, is the hair which grows upon the sore not white, but like the other hair? A. Because it hath the force of expelling; and doth drive away and dissolve the phlegm, as well as all other unprofitable matter that is gathered together through the weakness of the parts, or condity of the sore. Q. Why doth the hair never grow on an ulcer or bile?
He no longer had a taste for food, not even the most beautifully prepared stew. His stomach would turn and his decayed teeth refuse to touch it. A pint a day was his daily ration, the only nourishment he could digest. When he awoke in the mornings he sat coughing and spitting up bile for at least a quarter of an hour. It never failed, you might as well have the basin ready.
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