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"'Bin to a bloomin' sing-song, you two?" said the Artilleryman, who was taking his cartridge down to the Morning Gun, "You're over merry for these dashed days." "I bid ye take care o' the brat," said he, "For it comes of a noble race" Learoyd bellowed. The voices died out in the swimming-bath. "Oh, Terence!"
The clamour broke out. The sheriff seized Bobby by the arm. "Here," he growled at him, "you little brat! What do you mean, raising a row like this?" Bobby struggled. He had a great deal to say. All was confusion. Half the room seemed to be on its feet. Bobby saw his father making way toward him through the crowd.
"'She had twins, How ill-natured! as I hope to be saved, ma'am, she had but one; and that a little starved brat not worth mentioning." The following is the opening scene of his first sketch, from which it will be perceived that the original plot was wholly different from what it is at present, Sir Peter and Lady Teazle being at that time not in existence. "LADY SNEERWELL and SPATTER.
"You there, Beecot?" said this gentleman, coldly. "I wish you would tell this brat to let me enter." "Brat yourself y' toff," cried Tray, pocketing his money. "Ain't I a-doin' as my master tells me? He's engaged with two pretty women" he leered in a way which made Paul long to box his ears "so I don't spile sport. You've got tired of them, Mr. Beecot?" "How do you know Mr.
And finally, he was flattered by the growing intimacy with Mr. Archer. "A year ago," Mr. Archer once said to him, "I used to think you were a spoiled brat, Henry. Now I think you're rather a credit to your uncle." Henry grinned. "And I used to think some very disrespectful things about you, and now I'd rather have you on my side than anybody I know. I must have been a raw egg."
And whom did that bold hussy think she could persuade to believe that? What audacity! What an abominable calumny! M. Gillenormand himself was not at all enraged. He gazed at the brat with the amiable smile of a good man who is flattered by the calumny, and said in an aside: "Well, what now? What's the matter? You are finely taken aback, and really, you are excessively ignorant.
'I shall not pay for my brat of a son, I said. 'Then he must pay for himself, said they, 'unless we lay him by the heels. 'Not in my house, I hope, I said; and they laughed at that. We were very merry together." "Yes, sir?" "Good God! have I a fool for a son? I ask you again, Who is it to pay?" "When will they demand it?" "Why, they may demand it next week, if they will!
'That nurse is a thorough tyrant over the poor little darling, and a very impertinent woman besides, said Mrs. Morton. 'A regular little spoiled brat, Ida declared him. While certainly the worse his father was said to be, the more his aunt tried to spoil and indulge him, as a relief to her pity and grief.
Polixenes then reproached his son for daring to contract himself to this low-born maiden, calling Perdita "shepherd's brat, sheep-hook," and other disrespectful names, and threatening if ever she suffered his son to see her again, he would put her, and the old shepherd her father, to a cruel death. The king then left them in great wrath, and ordered Camillo to follow him with Prince Florizel.
"If you have a child there, it certainly is not," answered Jonathan, a little surprised; "for I left your brat in the charge of Blueskin, who is still among the crowd in the street, unless, as is not unlikely, he's gone to see your other friend disciplined at the pump." "Merciful providence!" exclaimed the female. "Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly.
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