United States or Tonga ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
'Ye wo-won't get none, says Rita, says she, jes' that-a-way, and D-Dic he p-puts in and says, says 'ee, 'I-I g-guess not, says 'ee, jes' that-a-way. Then Doug he-he puts his gun agin' a gum tree and g-grabs Rita about the wa-waist, hugging her up to him ti-tight-like. Then he-he push her head back-like, so's 'ee c-could get at her mouth, and then Dic he-he ups and knocks him d-down.
"Now," said Annette, greatly relieved, "find out what time the d-down train starts, and if it's on time." "It ought to start at three," reported Jimmy after consulting the telegraph operator. "It's an hour late on account of the snow. Expecting somebody?" She shook her head. "Going to the city yourself?" "Of course not. Whatever made you think that?" she cried with unnecessary vehemence.
Man! you look as if you'd seen a ghost!" Then his own face blanched, as the shivering George bubbled incoherently, "B-b-body! b-b-body! My God, Yorkey! th-there's a s-s-stiff d-down th-there! Ugh! I d-d-dived right onto it!" For a brief space they remained staring at each other; then, a strange light of understanding broke over Yorke's face, and he made a snatch at Redmond's clothes.
F-Father said she was d-down at W-W-Woodwell's Wharf C-C-Captain B-Bill had brought her over in the morning, and then he'd gone back to P-Porpoise Island. He was engaged to c-c- cook c-c-clam chowders at the American House. W-We were going to sail her over to Big D-Duck S-S-Spike and I w-w-while F-Father m-messed around and th-thought he was running the whole s-s-show. That was his p-p-p-plan.
Where are you sick?" "All o-ver." "Take your hand from your eyes. What made you sick?" "I f-fell." "Fell!" her tone was contemptuous. "Where did you fall?" "D-down." Mrs. Handsomebody became ironical. "How extraordinary! I have never heard of people falling up." "They can fall out," interrupted Angel. Mrs. Handsomebody rapped her ruler in his direction. "Silence!" she gobbled.
Beneath the witching spell of her eyes the man's cheeks reddened. He took the way of savagery out of unexpected embarrassment. "Th-that 's enough, now, Swanson," he commanded, the stutter largely vanishing before the requirement of deeds. "Th-this is no c-continuous vaudeville, an' ther curtain's rung d-down on yer act.
Word Of The Day