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Say, I'm li'ble to come into some money! I reckon this is one time my cup's right side up when it rains good luck." "Haven't you got a sample of your father's penmanship anywhere, Hiram?" "Not that I know anythin' about. You see, all the letters he'd written I left back home, and " Hill paused abruptly.
I was rather afraid you mightn't." He paused and Joe, while he felt reasonably sure of just what would come next, listened with polite interest. "I've been troubled with frightful headaches this past week," he continued, "so severe that I could scarcely see the open page before me." Joe murmured his regret over the cup's brim. The old man paused and seemed to consider.
So I took her out and we amused ourselves till supper time, when we returned home and fell in with this Hunchback who was brimful of drink and trolling out these rhymes: "Clear's the wine, the cup's fine; * Like to like they combine: It is wine and not cup! * 'Tis a cup and not wine!"
Then above the din he heard the wild shout of the Winthrop boys and he heard Wagner say, "The cup's ours, Phelps! We've got it! We've won it!" "Was I first?" inquired Will simply. "No, second." "I don't see then. Who did win?" "Crafts from Tech was first and you were second and the Alden man third," said Wagner hilariously. "You put us two points ahead of Alden!
Another cup of tea, Mr S Harry, I mean?" Harry started on being thus unexpectedly addressed. "Yes, if you please that is thank you no, my cup's full already, Kate!" "Well, well," broke in Mr Kennedy, senior, "I see you're all leagued against me, so I give in. "If the business you speak of," began Charley, "is not incompatible with a cigar, I shall be happy to "
"You don't know as I came near bein champion for the County lasst year no, I'll reckon you don't. Oh! that cup's nowt that's nobbut Whinthorpe sports, lasst December. Maybe there'll be a better there, by-and-by." The young giant grinned, as he took up the cup and pointed with assumed indifference to its inscription. "What football?" said Laura, putting up her hand to hide a yawn. "Oh!
I'm sure she'd lay her life down if it would do him good." "Poor soul!" sighed Reuben, drawn by a friendly feeling to sympathize with Joan's unlucky love. "Her cup's been full, and no mistake, of late." "Did Jerrem seem to feel it much that Uncle Zebedee 'd been took so strange?" asked Eve. "I didn't tell him more than I could help," said Reuben.
Say, that Love-r-ly Cup's a joke. I win it on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Mabel Francis wins it on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. It's all perfectly fair and square, of course. It's purely a matter of merit who wins the Love-r-ly Cup. Anybody could win it. Only somehow they don't.
The rest of the ornamentation consists chiefly of concentric circles; but between two of the circles is left a tolerably broad ring, which has a pattern consisting of a series of broadish leaves pointing towards the cup's centre. Nothing can be more delicate, or in better taste, than the entire design.
He had, more plainly, if we seize the sense of his raving, fed and fostered an inherited emotional nature which made him the cup's easy victim. And recognising it, he adds to his curse upon the dreadful cup, with all the strength of his tortured heart, his curse upon him who brewed it, and exhausted with his own delirious violence drops back in a swoon.
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