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"That's what I says," growled Tom Tully; "directly I opens my mouth I gets a bullying. I allus gets told I'm a-grumbling." "Well, come now," said the gunner, "speak out will you? What's the matter?" "Oh, I don't want to speak out unless you like," said Tom. "Yes, come, out with it, and don't let's have no mutinous, onderhanded ways," cried the gunner importantly.
Suppose some bold Southerner should forestall him? The thought was torture; yet it seemed ungenerous and unkind to seek her openly while she was in a sense his guest and dependent upon him. "Well," he growled at last, "I won't do it. When she first spoke to me she said I was a gentleman, and I'll be hanged if I don't remain one and take my chances."
Now, quick, before we are interrupted again." And he moved a few steps down the gallery, passing his hand along the hangings which veiled the panelled wall. "Somewhere here," he muttered; "somewhere here. I seem to know the place so well." "Leoni," growled the King, "this night will end in our disgrace, and if it does " "Hist, sir! there is a way out here," whispered Leoni.
Take hold here, and help us get this canvas out if you want any breakfast." "Take it out yourself," growled Teddy, dodging the flat of the canvasman's hand. The lads had been hurled from their sleeping place by a rough tentman in a hurry to get at his work. The chill of the early dawn was in the air.
She was unconscious of the contempt in her eyes, the scornful ring in her voice, and Verity had the good sense to restrain the wrath that bubbled up in him until the door closed, and he was alone. He grabbed the decanter and refilled his glass. "Nice thing!" he growled.
"Who has stolen the river?" cried Gensbein. "Oh, stealing the river doesn't matter," said a third. "It's only running water. Who drank all the wine? That's a more serious question." "Well, whoever's taken away the river, I can swear without searching my pouch has made no theft from me, for I spent my last stiver yesterday." "Don't boast," growled Kurzbold. "You're not alone in your poverty.
'My feet ache for the dancing, the red beard growled. Barbara laughed; dropping her hands, she drew the black flag close to her, so that it fell all in folds about her body and draped her from throat to toe. Her beauty laughed triumphantly at the pair from its sable setting. 'Put that thing away, said Jensen.
"All right, sir," growled a voice. "I was a bit confoosed like! Oh, my head!" "Ay, mate," said Tom Fillot, "and it's oh, my, all our heads. Beg pardon, sir, for the liberty, but if you'd do it for me, I should know the worst, and I could get on then. I'm all nohow just now, and it worries me." "Do what, Tom?" said Mark.
His hands began to twitch and a desire crept over him to seize on champions by the neck, and to shake and worry and rage among them like a wild dog raging among sheep. He looked on one, and yet he seemed to look on all at once. "Be silent," he growled. "Let each man be silent as a dead man."
One more, one more, the last, the very, very last question." "Oh, you!" growled Kolya displeased. "And could you never imagine... well, imagine it right now, even for a second... that your family has suddenly grown poor, become ruined.
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