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Dunboyne's views in her personal appearance is, I regret to say, what I can't deny. But as to the other qualifications, how hopeful is the prospect! Good principles, and good temper? Ha! ha! Helena has the principles of Jezebel, and the temper of Lady Macbeth."
But we wasn't figurin' t' attack you on the trail, same as th' Injuns did an' failed. We wasn't figurin' ter do no shootin'. Even allowin' as we'd attacked the wagons an' killed the drivers an' young Rube an' an' you, it wouldn't ha' bin easy fer us t' carry away the goods.
"I want Ruth Rowland to be in our club," said Marjorie, straightforwardly; "and Hester doesn't want her. And Hester says that because she is Queen, we must all do as she says." "Ah, ha; urn, hum. Well, Hester, my dear child, why don't you want Ruth in the club?" "Because I don't!" and the Queen looked more disagreeable than ever. "Because you don't!
She hurried below, and the unhappy hired man turned his face from the light and went to sleep, or tried to, though the odors of good things wafted to him from the kitchen beneath kept his thoughts on the disturbing party and angered him against the two children he loved. "Should ha' thought they'd waited till I was up an' 'round again.
The amount of love, patience, excellence and priggishness shown in "The Cotter's Saturday Night" never existed, except in a poet's imagination. In stanza Number Ten of that particular poem is a bit of unconscious autobiography that might as well ha' been omitted; but in letting it stand, Burns was loyal to the thought that surged through his brain.
I won't have 'em shut again of a stormy night, that's a fact; you'd ha' gone far enough afore you'd ha' seen the light through them shutters." "Then we had passed the house already, hadn't we?" "Indeed, had you, Maam. I guess you saw my light, han't you?" "Yes, and glad enough we were to see it, too." "I suppose so.
"Do you know," said I, after an instant of what I meant should be one of uncomfortable suspense on his part, "that I have a greater respect than ever for that animal of yours since learning the very good reason he has for refusing to cross the street?" "Ha! what's that?" he asked, with a quick look behind him at the watchful brute straining toward him with nose over the gutter.
"Say, Song, you see something makee you flaid this moling?" said Stella, imitating Song's pidgin English. "Oh, yes, me lookee out, plenty jump in." "What you see?" "Plenty wolf. He sneakee lound side house. I lun like devil." "What wolf look like?" "Plenty big wolf. When he see me he lise up on hind legee, and lun likee man." "Ah ha! There's your clew," said Stella, turning to Ted.
Ha, ha, ha! how he will writhe, and choke while I shall be at liberty, to read the account of his execution in the papers, and gloat over the description of his dying agonies!
But no, not quite all; but I did see the denouement to some extent, for, as Sarah dragged the boy forward, I could contain myself no longer. "Oh don't, missie!" howled the young dog. "Oh, but I will," cried Sarah. "I put poor master's uniform on that rail to air, and Well!" "Ha ha ha ha ha!"
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