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Wid all yer cuttin' and carvin' things to see the internals av thim, I'd do more to the call av a woman's finger than for all the logic and knowalogy y' ever chewed an' there y'are, me little tailor o' jur'sprudince!" "To the finger call of Hilton's wife, eh?" Macavoy was not quite sure what Pierre's enigmatical tone meant.
We had never been on the Queensland cattle-camps, nor shaken and shivered with the fever, nor lived the roving life of the overlanders. "Ah, weel," he said, "we hae'na muckle use for a camp-horrse here, ye ken; wi'oot some of these lads wad like to try theer han' cuttin' oot the milkers' cawves frae their mithers."
"He said as how you folks from the big settlemints was a-comin' down here to buy up our wild lands fer nothin' because we all was a lot o' fools an' didn't know how much they was worth, an' that ever'body'd have to move out o' here an' you'd get rich diggin' our coal an' cuttin' our timber an' raisin' hell ginerally."
"Maybe there'll be more blood in his veins than O'Brien's," Sullivan suggested significantly. Behane caught Gorman by the hair and twisted his head back, while Sullivan attempted to take possession of the sheath-knife. But Gorman clung to it desperately. "Lave go, an' I'll do ut!" he screamed frantically. "Don't be cuttin' me throat! I'll do the deed! I'll do the deed!"
Jim said that was tough; he says it's back-breakin' work; that quarryin' an' cuttin' ain't nothin' to that ten hours a day, too. My heart's like to break for Mrs. Googe. I think of it ivery time I see her now; an' just look how she's workin' her fingers to the bone to support herself widout help! Mrs.
"You'll soon have the chance; I've sent for the police." Tommy changed his tone. "Please, Clare, let me go," he whined. "I will not. I did what I could for you before, and I'll do what I can for you now. You must go with the police." Tommy began to blubber, or pretend Clare could not tell which. "This beastly string's a cuttin' into me!" he sobbed. Clare examined it, and found it easy enough.
"They have got the fellow who stabbed the man in the Flagship Bar?" "Slick as a whistle, some two hours back. One of his mates, he was, that did the cuttin' lampman out of this wessel. Take your luggage." "Take it along, then, and see that you don't drop it," I told him, convinced that the little villain could have had no hand in the murder, even if he had been on the scene.
"No," said she, "I won't so there!" "Don't you budge an inch!" cried the married sister within the room. "Now now, Maria," said the young man to his wife, in a piteous tone, "don't go for to cuttin' up in this way; now don't!" "I'll cut up's much I wanter!" she sharply replied. The difficulty was finally adjusted by the tall female taking a room alone.
"Have you no eyes?" replied the other; "don't you see what I am doin'?" "Where did you get them white thorns that you're cuttin' up?" "Where did I get them, is it?" "Ay; I said so." "Why, where they grew ha, ha, ha! There's information for you." "Oh, God help you! how do you expect to get through life at all?" "Why, as well as I can although not, maybe, as well as I wish."
"I didn't have nothin' to do with cuttin' him loose, if he war cut loose." "You didn't saw the lariat yourself, Schmidt, I know that. But do you know who did saw it?" "I dunno the first thing about it." "Bray to pe struck tead if you do." "I dunno how to pray." "Then holt up your hants and gurse yourself to hell if you do."
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