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Little learning dangerous thing." He turned sharply on Mr. Watterson, who had remained inertly in his place. "Put me in irons, heh! You put me in irons, you old Triton. Put me in irons, will you?" His amiable mood was passing; before one could say so, it was past. He was meditating means of active offense. He gathered up the carving-knife and fork, and held them close under Mr. Watterson's nose.
She laid her hand upon the Mexican's chest and pushed her back. "You have no right to do this. Don't you know we can have you arrested by the police?" "Ha! eet ees the odder Senorita," gasped the Mexican girl. "By gracious! I see you are fr-r-riends heh? You know about the tr-r-reas-ure of the Ranchio Rose heh?"
"I am extremely grateful to you for your kind intentions toward me, but I am afraid there is no possible way in which I can avail myself of them." "Heh! what d'ye mean?" "I could not possibly take Dr. Mason's place in the middle of a case like this. It would be a most unprofessional act." "Oh, well, go your own way!" cried Sir John, in despair. "Never was such a man for making difficulties.
Now it is in my mind that I need the skin for my own use. Heh! old man, take away that fire! 'What talk is this to the chief hunter of the village? Thy luck and the stupidity of thy buffaloes have helped thee to this kill. The tiger has just fed, or he would have gone twenty miles by this time.
"Not art galleries," insisted Cousin Egbert. "And not churches," said his friend. "Every day's been Sunday with me long enough." "And not clothing stores," said Cousin Egbert firmly. "The Colonel here is awful fussy about my clothes," he added. "Is, heh?" inquired his friend. "How do you like this hat of mine?" he asked, turning to me.
"Ever this indigenous Pius IX fulminating, fulminating, fulminating! Too much inferno. The curé does half his burning for Beelzebub! We are served in a constant auto-da-fé." "Heh, heh, heh," creaked an old skin-and-bones, with one tooth visible, which shook as the laugh emerged. Stolid men smoking, deigned to smile. People seemed prepared to laugh at anything he said.
If he had only had hand-holds on them, he would have been quite content. As it was, he was grinning. "Gee, Dad!" gasped Lewis, "d'you know those horses are still trotting!" Leighton leaned forward. "Got a match, William?" he shouted above the creak and rattle of the carryall. "Heh?" yelled William. The bays let out another link. "Got a match?" repeated Leighton. "I want to smoke."
"Do not make game of her, sweetheart; she is a very saintly, a very noble and pious woman, worthy of all respect." "Am I not worthy of respect then, heh?" answered Valerie, with a threatening gaze at Crevel. "I never said so," replied he, understanding that the praise of virtue might not be gratifying to Madame Marneffe.
His face flushed: "That's the way you love to hear me talk, isn't it to go on and say I'll take her and do as I please with her, and if it pleases me to marry her I'll set her up over them all heh?" Jud nodded. "That's one of me," said Travis "the old one. This is the new."
He agreed vaguely: "Pretty hard, all right." "Go out to the areoplane meet?" asked the fat man. "No. But I'd like to see it. Gee! there must be kind of kind of adventure in them things, heh?" "Yuh sure is.
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