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Boythorn had himself composed and posted there, on painted boards to which his name was attached in large letters, the following solemn warnings: "Beware of the bull-dog. He is most ferocious. Lawrence Boythorn." "The blunderbus is loaded with slugs. Lawrence Boythorn." "Man-traps and spring-guns are set here at all times of the day and night. Lawrence Boythorn." "Take notice.
He would give The Tigress a triple coat of paint, and take these two on a long cruise, wherever they wanted to go Roundhead and Seraph, the blunderbus and the flaming angel. And there was another matter. To have sprung this upon them to-night would have been worth a thousand pounds. But his lips were honour-locked. In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form.
Then she made him sit down beside her on the grass, and there she told him her tale. "There is a giant called Blunderbus," she said, "who lives in a great castle ten miles from here. He is a terrible magician, and years ago because I would not marry him he turned my my brother into a I don't know how to tell you into a a tortoise." She put her hands to her face and sobbed again.
And ever afterwards in that country, when one man told his neighbour a more than ordinarily humorous anecdote, the latter would cry, in between the gusts of merriment, "Don't! You'll make me die of laughter!" And then he would pull himself together, and add with a sigh "Like Blunderbus." "IT'S a bootiful day again, Sir," said my gardener, James, looking in at the study window.
BREAD. Biscuit, hand-made, full weight, a la yellow. DESSERT. Dried Apples, Russell gulch style. Coffee, served in tin cups, to be washed clean for the occasion, overland style, a la no cream. In those days Horace Greeley, returning from his California tour, halted to cast his eye over the now West. The miners primed an old blunderbus with rich dust, and judiciously salted Gregory gulch.
Besides, anyhow one never notices baldness in a tortoise." "I think," said Beauty, weighing her words carefully, "I think you've gone off a good deal in looks in the last day or two." But Blunderbus lay dead in his castle. You and I know that he was killed by the magic sword; yet somehow a strange legend grew up around his death.
Philips so far overlooks him, that he crowds him into his supplement, and Winstanley, who followed him, postpones our author till after the Earl of Rochester. Sir Thomas Pope Blount makes no mention of him; and Mr. Jacob, so justly called the Blunderbus of Law, informs us he wrote in the time of Charles the first, tho' he dedicates his translation of Tasso to Queen Elizabeth.
Oliver's praises of my baby's beauty by speaking about material matters, saying the terms were to be four shillings, the man, who had seated himself on the sofa to put on his boots said, in a voice that was like a shot out of a blunderbus: "Five." "How'd you mean, Ted?" said Mrs. Oliver, timidly. "Didn't we say four?" "Five," said the man again, with a still louder volume of voice.
"She has the happy faculty of trying to do one thing and getting some unexpected, unheard-of result. Poor little blunderbus! But what shall we do with these plants? There are enough to stock a ranch. We can't leave them here, and I don't think they will bear transplanting."
He would hab swum 'cross de channel, and run home." "Well, he'd found out, then, how a fellow likes to be soused in the water, as the blundering blunderbus did me, darn him." "O, nebber bear no malice. I 'scuse Basset 'cause he don't know no better, and you must forgib him." "As to that, you needn't fret your gizzard. But how did you git home, Prime, with your broken leg?"
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