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"No, I won't if I gotta tell the conductor I'm under five. I ain't going." Sammy's father coughed with some embarrassment. "Sha!" said Feodor Mishkin, removing his attention from the bowl of fruit, "I see it takes more than naturalization papers to change a landsmann from Kremetchuk." And he fastened a humorous eye upon Sammy's father.
"You're supposed to wash yourself all over once a week an' I'll give you a clean towel for that. Next you gotta wash this floor up every Friday mornin'." Cowperwood winced at that. "You kin have hot water for that if you want it. I'll have one of the runners bring it to you. An' as for your friends and relations" he got up and shook himself like a big Newfoundland dog.
I've got educated dandruff, I says, 'and it ain't never fooled me yet. In short, I says, 'I've been handed the office to skiddoo, and in such cases I believe in skiddooing. Let us create a vacancy in these parts sine quinine which, I says, 'is Latin, meaning it's a bitter dose but you gotta take it.
"When's the next train to New York?" she asked a porter. "It's wint," said the porter. "Wint at four-five." "I said when's the next train," Kedzie snapped. "T'-marra' marnin'," said the porter. "My Gawd!" said Kedzie. "Have I gotta spend the night in this hole?" The porter stared. He was not used to hearing Mecca called a hole.
"That's what he is good joke, Nell. Where'd it happen?" She seated herself in a chair and slid until her head rested on the back, her sprawling legs outstretched. "Gun fight at the dance hall. Look here," she took her roughly by the arm, "I tell you he's bad off. You gotta git in there and do somethin'." "Shut up! Lemme be!"
I'll be careful. Whatssay? Where? Oh' I'm at a hole in the ground. Yes, down below Pleasant Valley station. Some telephone! I'll show it to you t'morra! S'long, Chief, I gotta go! It's gettin' dark, goobbye!" Billy gave hurried glances about and rustled under the branches like a snake over to where old trusty lay.
The three men had halted at the table, and were clustered around her. They began a jocular quarrel amongst themselves as to who should dance with her. Her heart was pounding. She stood up, and pushed them away. "Oh, no, you don't!" hiccoughed one of the three. "Gotta see your hic! pretty face, anyhow!"
For all that the audience noticed, he did not exist. Spider Lagerty's bloated face bent down close to his. "No gettin' scared," the Spider warned. "An' remember instructions. You gotta last. No layin' down. If you lay down, we got instructions to beat you up in the dressing rooms. Savve? You just gotta fight." The house began to applaud. Danny was crossing the ring to him.
"Quick, then," he replied, "for we gotta go it if we're goin' to catch the Kincaid afore she sails. She's had steam up for three hours an' jest been a-waitin' fer that one passenger. I was a-talkin' to one of her crew 'arf an hour ago." As he spoke he led the way to the end of the wharf where he knew another boat lay moored, and, lowering the woman into it, he jumped in after and pushed off.
Just as Uncle Denny started upon the platform, a tall lank farmer whom the man next him had been nudging violently, rose. "My name's Marshall," he said, "and my friend Miguel here says I gotta get up and say the few things he and I agreed on last night. I'm mighty sick of hearing us farmers called fools. And now even the women folks have begun it.
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