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Now when she heard these words she shouted for joy, and fell to the ground fainting; and when her senses returned she asked, "O my lord, can it be true that thou hast power of speech?" and the King making his voice small and faint answered, "O my cuss! cost thou deserve that I talk to thee and speak with thee?"
"'I know not why I love her, The fair an' beau'chus she; She bro't the cuss upon me, Und'neath the apple-tree: But she asked me for my jack knife, And halved 'er squar' with me, Sence all'as lovely woman Gives the biggest half to thee." "Judah's wife writ that," exclaimed Captain Pharo, with a generic awe of poetry as poetry.
"Save yourself!" Mr. Bunting was standing in the window engaged in an attempt to clothe himself in the hearth-rug and a West Surrey Gazette. "Who's coming?" he said, so startled that his costume narrowly escaped disintegration. "Invisible Man," said Cuss, and rushed on to the window. "We'd better clear out from here! He's fighting mad! Mad!" In another moment he was out in the yard.
Thar has been bad business, and there'll be more from what's below, mark my words. Come below and look at it." "You looked it over in good shape with a light," said Captain Riggs, evidently in doubt as to what he should do. "It ought to be on the manifest, you know, Mr. Harris." "Cuss the manifest! It's down as machinery and marked tinned milk. What more ye want?
"Leave the train there till morning," urged Torrance; "we'll unload it first thing." "Lave thim, is it?" shouted Murphy. "Lave thim on the main line! Not likely! When I lave this man-trap, they go too." "Murphy, you're a bad-tempered little stickler to rules that don't mean a cuss. There isn't another train within a hundred miles or so, except west; there won't be one this way for days."
No, sir, religion ain't fer the likes o' me. Ye can't play the devil an' mix wi' angels. They're bound to out you. Et's on'y natteral. Guess I'd bin chawin' some, an' ther' wa'n't no spit boxes. That's wher' the trouble come. Ther' wus a raw-boned cuss wi' his missis settin' on the bench front o' me, an' I guess her silk fixin's got mussed up wi' t'bacca juice someways.
Why, cuss 'em, says they, 'any fool knows that. Says I, 'If that's the case you are jist the boys then that ought to have found it out right off at oncet. "Yes, Old Clay ought to go free, but he won't; and guess I am able to pay freight for him, and no thanks to nobody.
If he ever got enough once, he didn't want any more for several days: you could cure him by offering him plenty. But with just the right amount on board, he was a hail fellow. He was a big, ambling, awkward cuss, who could be led into anything on a hint or suggestion. We had been knocking around the town for a week, until there was nothing new to be seen.
How much you give?" said the other, coming right to the point. "Ten dollars." "He is a good horse very fast. He is worth much more. I sell him for twenty dollars." "Si." Andy White put his hand on Pete's shoulder. "Say, Pete," he whispered, "I know this hombre. The poor cuss ain't hardly got enough sense to die.
Tom Poole arrested him, but th' Ramblin' Kid got the drop on him and got away. He was justified in beating Sabota up anyhow," he added, "on account of the dirty cuss hiring a feller to 'dope' him so he couldn't ride the maverick the day of the big race " "'Dope' him?" Old Heck interrupted, puzzled. "Yes," Skinny explained, "the Greek had a feller named Gyp Streetor put some stuff in th' Ramblin?
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