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She's goin' be reech an' happy all her life. By golly! Dat's nice, for fac'. I feel lak gettin' drunk." "She'd never stand for that." "I spec' you tol' her you an' me is pardners on dis Frenchman' Hill, eh? An' she's glad 'bout dat " "Oh, see here!" Pierce's tone changed abruptly. "Of course I didn't tell her. That's cold; it's off. D'you think I'd permit " The boy choked and stammered.
The ticking of the pillow gave way, and a shower of feathers enveloped the unhappy son of Italy, whose oaths and execrations were literally smothered. "Golly! an't he a downy cove?" said Monday. At this juncture, Hunston managed to grasp his companions by the hand, and dragged them downstairs and out at the back door.
And I lived high, I can tell you." "Golly! He's been at mah kitchen stuff!" exclaimed Washington. "Did that other man come aboard with you?" asked Jack. He referred to the tramp who had peered in the window of the professor's house. "No. He's been elected King of France," was the answer. "He had to go over there to get his crown fitted on. I'm all alone here.
"It's exceedingly impolite to point to anything you want," said Golly. Touched by this, and overcome by a strange emotion, John Gale turned away and went to Canada. Slight as the incident was, it showed that inborn chivalry to women, that desire for the Perfect Life, that intense eagerness to incarnate Christianity in modern society, which afterward distinguished him. Golly loved him!
If Parker wasn't afraid of Ophelia, by golly, he wouldn't be! The widow had returned the foreman's look with understanding, while more than a trace of tenderness and sympathy was registered in her eyes. "To-morrow is Sunday," Old Heck announced suddenly with startling distinctness, "and we'll get things in shape to begin the beef round-up on Monday!" There was immediate interest.
Golly, what wrists you have, Seffy. They're too thick for a wipe; got a box-rope?" said he. "Lots in the corner," Sefton replied. "Hurry up! Stop blubbin', you brute, Beetle. We're goin' to have a giddy campaign. Losers have to sing for the winners sing odes in honor of the conqueror. You call yourself a beastly poet, don't you, Beetle? I'll poet you."
He gave out vaguely that he had got into "Something Good, in the City." Society was satisfied. Only Golly suspected the truth. She wrote to her grandfather: "I saw John Gale the other day with a crowd following him in the Strand. He had on only a kind of brown serge dressing-gown, tied around his waist by a rope, and a hood on his head.
The China Cat had big, staring eyes, and now because of the way the sun shone on them, they seemed to glare straight at Jeff. They even seemed to open wider, and move and blink, did those glaring eyes of the China Cat. Jeff stood still and pulled back his hands that had been about to take the Nodding Donkey. "Oh, golly!" he murmured. "Oh, dey's lookin' straight at me, dey is!
With a lurch or two and a scramble they were all safe back on the hard under-footing of the trail. Arsene now looked around for the Bishop. "Ba Golly! M'sieur l'Eveque, dat's one fine jomp. You got hurt, you?" The Bishop declared that he was not in any way the worse from the tumble, and Arsene turned to his team.
The Captain lifted his hat and wiped with the bandanna his red forehead. Then he shook out a reef in his suspenders, and threw back his coat. "By golly! my hearties, we are snug now, ship and cargo; and what an air to breathe! I only wish this was a good ship of twelve hundred tons or so, Captain Mugford the skipper, and we were all bound for Calcutta together this splendid morning."
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