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Es Sam Hayes said, if we shoot, we 'll be a-shootin' up Gulpin County. An' yet, by thunder, we 've plumb got ter do it, er git off the earth. I jest don't see no other way. Biff, he won't care a damn how he gits us, so he gits us afore we have any chance ter turn the tables on him, an' shift the law over ter our side. Hayes can't help any, fer he 's out o' his head. Consequent, it's up ter us.
"Y-y es," was the quaking reply. "Well, hurry up about it," and as the wretched man started for the door, he was rushed forward by the crowd which surged about him. Hatless and almost breathless, with wild staring eyes, Farrington staggered along the road. The store was reached. "Unlock the door," was the command, "and make haste about it."
Omnia vero adpatula coemisse iamcusianes duo misceruses dun ianusve vet pos melios eum recum...," and a little further on, "divum empta cante, divum deo supplicante." The most probable transcription is: "Chorauloedus ero; Omnia vero adpatula concepere Iani curiones. Bonus creator es.
After contemplating him for a few seconds, he turned to me, and, inverting the mouth of an empty bottle, to prove satisfactorily that it was empty of the vieux cognac, which was marked on the label, laid it down beside him, saying, "Es muy boracho, Senor, pero es valiente."
Now Sim Squires, mounted on a swift pacing mare, fell in beside Aaron, his knee rubbing the knee of the grizzled wayfarer, and Sim said impressively: "Hit looks right bodaciously like es ef ther war's goin' ter bust loose ergin, Aaron." The other turned level eyes upon his informant and swept him up and down with a searching gaze. "Who give ye them tidin's, son?
But if we give him so much, we must give him more, and deduce from the same origin the Es of the Celt and the Ized of the Persian, and what will be of more use to him, I dare say, poor man, than all the rest put together the AEs of the Romans, that is, the God of Copper-money a very powerful household god he is to this day!"
Es Snybla, bellows-faced, who used to work For our good mayor, off to Paris went To make the soldiers' coffee. When he comes Back home again, so much he will have earned. He will be richer than a merchant great. Oh, welcome, Sydy Omar! All of Paris Is charmed to see you, O my Snybla dear! If he would only go to Mexico, And stay there it would be a riddance good.
After this Rafael answered her angrily, and let nothing pass without retaliation, rough, savage retaliation; he was worse than she was. "But God bless me!" said good-natured Hans Ravn at length, "how you are altered, Rafael!" His genial kindly eyes gazed at him with a look which Rafael never forget. "Ja, ich kan es nicht mehr aushalten" said the young Fru Ravn, with tears in her eyes.
She crossed the veranda and leaned down and laid her hand on the covered head. Her throat was so swollen now that she could hardly make herself heard. "Tu es amigo leal, Juan," she said. "Good friend; good friend!" Then in her careful Spanish "Go with God!"
Git de key an' yer ken go in de house to go whare you please. As fur his beatin' de brat, yer musn't kick agin dat. He'll beat de brat to make him larn, and won't dat be a blessed t'ing? See dis scar on side my head? Old marse Sampson knocked me down wid a single-tree tryin' to make me stop larning, and God is so fixed it dat white folks is knocking es down ef we don't larn.
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