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"My Gawd!" George despaired "he's off again on that hardy annual talkalogue of his!... Lis'n, P.S. " "Call me Perceval," P. Sybarite suggested pleasantly. "Wh-at!" "Let it be Perceval hereafter, George always. I grant you free permission." "But I thought you said " "So I did a few hours ago. Now I well, I rather like it.
But it's all right, by Gawd only blew 'imself up, dirty foreigner little bits of 'im and no one else 'urt and now the Old Lady's comin' down the street she'll be 'ere in quarter of an 'our and won't we show 'er ... by Gawd ... flingin' their dirty bombs up there by the Marble Arch and killin' nobody but 'imself Gawd save the Old Lady " he rushed on. So that was it.
Martie met them in the hall, ready for the intimate word, the smile that should make all this tiresome business of lights and piano and sandwiches worth while. Rodney was a little flushed and noisy, Alvah red-faced, breathing and speaking a little thickly. They said they were thirsty. "Lemonade?" Martie suggested confidently. Rodney glanced quickly at his friend. "Oh, Gawd!" said Mr.
His whole body seemed to gather, to harden, then vibrate, as if he had been stung. "My Gawd!" he whispered in hoarse accents of amaze and horror. "Is it you Allie here?" "Of course it's I," replied Allie, blankly. His face turned white to the lips. "Reddy, what in the world is wrong?" she gasped, beginning to wring her hands. Suddenly he leaped at her.
At last, "Where did you get that canteen?" "Picked it up at McDowell. Ef 't warn't covered with dust you could see the U. S." "Empty, I reckon?" "Nop. Buttermilk." "O Gawd! I could drink Thunder Run dry!" "Sorry. Reckon we'll come to a stream bimeby. Saving the milk 'gainst an emergency."
Curse Gawd that's what I say Curse Gawd!" "What's He done?" said Peter. "I've just broken in my wife's 'ead with a poker. Killed 'er I expect I dunno going back to see in a minute " "Why did you do it?" "'Ad to always nagging that's what she was always nagging.
"Looks like a good chance to lose twenty-four hundred dollars," exclaimed Tom Loudon, wrathfully. "My Gawd, Tom," said Mr. Saltoun, cocking a grizzled eyebrow, "you don't mean to tell me you think they's any chance a-tall of Racey's winning this bet, do you?" "They's just about ten times more chance for him to win than to lose."
"Good Gawd!" he ejaculated, as he discerned their dark figures and the light of the doctor's torch. "Every one of 'em gone every one!" And then, trembling, he went back to bed. But the doctor did not look back, and so the little party proceeded upon its way in comparative silence until the edge of the Fens was reached. Here, with one accord, they stopped for further instructions.
The youth turned once to look at the lashing riders and jouncing guns of the battery. He was startled from this view by a shrill outcry from the tattered man. "Gawd! He's runnin'!" Turning his head swiftly, the youth saw his friend running in a staggering and stumbling way toward a little clump of bushes. His heart seemed to wrench itself almost free from his body at this sight.
Into an advanced dressing station about Rues Vertes one of the Duo stumbled, bleeding profusely from several wounds, dripping with slimy mud and water, features covered with the grey black dust that comes from close contact with a shell. Ozanne stared at him. "Gawd," he said, "'ow'd you get that?" "Scrap with a Fritz outpost got a stretcher?"
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