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"You clear out of this or I'll make you," she said warningly. Tommy had had his ears boxed by Miss Octavia more than once. He had no desire to have the performance repeated, so he stuck his tongue out at Miss Octavia and then marched up the street with his hands in his pockets, whistling jauntily. "He's the most impudent brat I ever saw in my life," muttered Miss Octavia wrathfully.
"There's a brat as big as my fist who tells lies as big as the house," exclaimed the pedler. "I tell you that he has not been watered, you little jade! He has a way of blowing when he has had no water, which I know well." Cosette persisted, and added in a voice rendered hoarse with anguish, and which was hardly audible: "And he drank heartily."
On the very first evening he had run out to look for the other boys, just where the crowd was thickest. There was no use in waiting; Pelle was accustomed to take the bull by the horns, and he longed to be taken into favor. "What sort of brat is that?" they said, flocking round him. "I'm Pelle," he said, standing confidently in the midst of the group, and looking at them all.
And I don't want the brat, Scraggy; I only want the boy." He spoke with meaning, and when he stood on the hut steps he turned back to finish, "Ye'll bring him, will ye, Owl?" "Yep, Lemmy love, lessen a month." Scraggy greedily watched the shadowy form move away in the light of the lantern.
What did he care about the brat? "Ye don't have to work no more fer Young," he retorted. "I ain't goin' to have my woman keepin' house fer no professor, an' ye can make up yer mind to it 'out no further clack." In one bound, Sandy rounded the table. "If ye won't do what I tell ye, then, I'll make ye wish ye had. Ye throwed up at me once, ye brat, ye, I never had no kisses from ye!
How calm he is! how self-possessed. Oh, that he would impart to me the secret of his composure! I catch sight of the Brat, who is passing at the moment. "Brat!" cry I, eagerly, snatching at his coat-sleeve, like a drowning man at a straw. "Will you be our vis-
A father already! she cried, all her sweetness swallowed up in ungovernable wrath. 'You whom I expected to make so happy with a child? I curse you and your brat. "He strove to placate her, to explain. But rage has no ears, and before I realized my own position, the scene became openly tempestuous. That her child should be second to another woman's seemed to awaken demon instincts within her.
The boy rose carefully, took the pillow, carried it into a corner of the room, and sat down upon it. But his teeth chattered with the cold in spite of himself. This awakened Simon a second time, just as he was dropping asleep. With a wild curse he jumped out of bed and dressed himself. "That is right!" cried Jeanne Marie, "bring the brat to his senses.
"Goin' to take you back to the mountings next trip learn you to tan hides good with ashes and deer brains all same squaw make good squaw out o' you Katie break your spirit first you brat lick you till I break your heart." Katie's hands clenched. "My mother wouldn't let me go with you!" A shadowy cunning crossed his face. "You'll go, when I say so. I got the whip-hand o' Jezebel."
Wherefore, do thou leave evening thyself with the boys in the school, till thou know who is thy father; for till then thou wilt pass for a misbegotten brat amongst them. Dost thou not see that the huckster's son knows his own father? Thy grandfather is the Vizier of Egypt, but as for thy father, we know him not, and we say, thou hast no father. So return to thy senses."
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