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She was codding me for never having kissed any other girl but her!..." "You got that length, did you?" "Aye," said John in confusion. "You're like your da. Take what you want, the minute you want it. She'll think you're in earnest, John!" "I am in earnest. I couldn't be any other way. How could a man feel about a woman, the way I feel about her, and not be in earnest?"
"Don't you like being married, then?" "Ah, quit codding," said Willie. Whoever loved that loved not at first sight. "Love is a perfect fever of the mind. I question if any man has been more tormented with it than myself." JAMES BOSWELL, in a letter to the Rev. W. J. Temple. Mr. Cairnduff's friend, George Hinde, met John at Euston Station.
"I only told you to show you how much I love you. I'm not codding you, Eleanor. You matter so much to me that I'd sacrifice any job in the world for you. I told Clotworthy that ... he's the editor of the paper ... I told him I'd rather be your husband than have his job a hundred times over. And so I would. Will you marry me, Eleanor?" "I've never met anyone like you before!..."
It would be a grand notion now to set up a paper for Ulstermen who can't find anything in London that's fit to read. By the Hokey O, that would be a grand notion. We could call the paper To Hell With the Pope or No Surrender!..." "Ah, quit your codding," John interrupted. "You know rightly what's wrong with these London papers. They're not telling the truth!"
And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket: It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I. I've a thirst on me I wouldn't sell for half a crown. Give it a name, citizen, says Joe. Wine of the country, says he. What's yours? says Joe. Ditto MacAnaspey, says I. Three pints, Terry, says Joe. And how's the old heart, citizen? says he.
Bear incidents, narrow escapes from fighting with bears, and bear stories of every description, entered largely into the staple of their conversation, and many an evening's hour was thus beguiled away, around the huge and brightly blazing fire of the early pioneer. "Did you hear," said a Mrs. Chapman to a Mrs. Parks, how neighbor Codding came near being killed yesterday? "Mercy! no.
Till last night we'd never exchanged a dozen words. I know that. But I tell you this, if you live to be a hundred and have boys by the score, you'll never have a man that'll love you as I love you. I'm in earnest, Eleanor. I'm not codding you. I'm not trying to humbug you. I love you. I'm desperate in love with you!..." She leant forward a little, moved by his sincerity.
"They can't put a man in gaol for loving a woman!" "They can put him in gaol for annoying her!" "I'm not annoying you. How can I annoy you when I'm in love with you? No, don't interrupt me. You haven't let me get a word out of my mouth all night!" He could hear her laughing at him. "Are you codding me?" he said. "What?" she replied in a puzzled voice. "Are you codding me?" he repeated.
How did it happen? "Mr. Codding was in the woods splitting rails, and just as he was turning around to take up his axe to cut a sliver, don't you believe he saw a great bear sitting up on his hind legs, and holding out both fore paws ready to grab him." "Mercy on us! What did he do? "What did he do? He took up his axe, and instead of cutting the sliver, cut into the old bear's head.
Miss Nippett shook her head as resolutely as her bodily weakness permitted. "What's the time?" she asked presently. Mavis told her. "Whatever 'appens, I shall go down to posterity as a partner in 'Poulter's'!" "You've no business to think of such things," faltered Mavis. "It's no use codding me. I know; reely I do." "Then, if you don't believe me, wouldn't you like to see a clergyman?"
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