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"That mustang didn't break my neck, but he rooted my face in the mud. I'll fix him," she muttered, as she got up. "Please let me have the towel, now.... Well! Milt Dale, you're laughing!" "Ex-cuse me, Bo. I Haw! haw! haw!" Then Dale lurched off, holding his sides. Bo gazed after him and then back at Helen. "I suppose if I'd been kicked and smashed and killed you'd laugh," she said.
"And as ye was shut in so much, and that made ye small for yer years, why, he planned t' keep ye workin' for him just that much longer. Also, it helped him in holdin' ye out o' school." One-Eye's mustache was standing high under the brown triangle of his nose. The single eye was burning. "Oh, jes' fer a good ex-cuse!" he cried. "Fer a chanst! Fer a' openin'! And it'll come! It'll come!
What, don't you like to have anybody talk about you being a movie-queen? You sure are all of that. You've got a license to be proud of yourself. Or maybe you didn't know you was speaking to a Mexican soldier, or something like that." He made a move to rise. "Ex-cuse ME, if I've said something I hadn't ought. I'll beat it, while the beating's good." "No, you won't. You'll stay right where you are."
'If you two gent'lmen gent'lmen growed now, and such gent'lmen said Mr. Peggotty. 'So th' are, so th' are! cried Ham. 'Well said! So th' are. Mas'r Davy bor' gent'lmen growed so th' are! 'If you two gent'lmen, gent'lmen growed, said Mr. Peggotty, 'don't ex-cuse me for being in a state of mind, when you understand matters, I'll arks your pardon. Em'ly, my dear!
If you commits the fact for private wengeance, windictiveness or personal gain, then 't is murder damned an' vith a werry big he-M; but if so be you commits the fact to rid yourself or friends an' the world in general of evil, then I 'old 't is a murder justifiable. Consequently it will go to my 'eart to appre-'end this here murderer." "Who is he?" I demanded. "Ex-cuse me, sir no!
These land stowaways play a great part over here in America, and I should have liked dearly to become acquainted with them. At Elko an odd circumstance befell me. I was coming out from supper, when I was stopped by a small, stout, ruddy man, followed by two others taller and ruddier than himself. "Ex-cuse me, sir," he said, "but do you happen to be going on?"
Peter Biggin rose up and sent a bullet to plow a little furrow in the ice within an inch of Deckert's heels. "Ex-cuse me, Bart," he drawled, "but no cuss words don't go." The sheriff ignored Peter Biggin as a person who could be argued with at leisure and turned to Winton. "Come down!" he bellowed. Winton laughed. "Let me return the invitation.
"Now, I'll tell you what, young gentlemen," he remarked, when, ascending, he showed his honest face again, thrust in a log of wood, and exhibited an armful of shavings, "I'm agreeable to anything but gunpowder, or that there spark as comes cantering out o' your engine with a crack. No, Miss Gladys, ex-cuse me, I don't give up these here shavings till I know it's all right."
Shelley met him in Chicago, he came here to see her, and ran right into them. I'll tell you about it before you go. Now, I must keep these applications hot, for I've set my head on pulling Mr. Pryor out so that he can speak, and have a few decent years of life yet." "But why did the old devil EX-cuse me, I mean the old GENTLEMAN, want to shoot your man?" "He didn't!
Give me some gedämpftes Kalbfleisch mit Kartoffelklösse." "Right away quick, Mr. Potash," said Louis, starting to hurry away. "Ain't I nobody here, Louis?" cried a bass voice at the table behind Abe. "Do I sit here all day?" "Ex-cuse me, Mr. Kotzen," Louis exclaimed. "Some nice roast chicken to-day, Mr. Kotzen?" "I'll tell you what I want it, Louis, not you me," Mr. Kotzen grunted.
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