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"Why, Aunt Mary," Jack cried, wondering if her nose was deaf, too, or whether she didn’t feel hungry, "don’t you see your tea? Or don’t you want any?" Aunt Mary thumbed her trunk key. "I want a nightgown," she said; "maybe I’ll want something else later. Maybe." "You’re not going to bed!" She drew herself up. "I guess I can if I want to; I guess I can. There’s the bed and here’s me."
The fellow laughed again more strangely and awkwardly than before; then, bending his body and moving his head from one side to the other as a cat does before she springs, and crying out, “Here’s for ye, sodger!” he made a dart at Bagg, rushing in with his head foremost. “That will do, sir,” says Bagg, and, drawing himself back, he put in a left-handed blow with all the force of his body and arm, just over the fellow’s right eye—Bagg is a left-handed hitter, you must know—and it was a blow of that kind which won him his famous battle at Edinburgh with the big Highland sergeant.
Ten minutes later the naval surgeon returned with Benson. Hal Hastings, Mr. Mayhew and Ensign Trahern followed Jack and the doctor. “Here’s Mr. Benson, Truax,” announced Doctor McCrea. “If there’s anything you wish to confess, the rest of us can bear witness and help straighten matters out if you’ve done any wrong that you now regret.” Sam Truax feebly stretched out a hand that was hot and dry.
The writer vividly paints the scene, and ends as follows: ‘Here’s to King Charles, and here’s to James, And here’s to all the captains’ names, And here’s to all the Suffolk dames, And here’s to the house of Stuart.’
“Go to your brother, the prison will be shut; go, here’s your hat. Give my love to Mitya, go, go!” And she almost forcibly pushed Alyosha out of the door. He looked at her with pained surprise, when he was suddenly aware of a letter in his right hand, a tiny letter folded up tight and sealed.
Walker, leaving his box, and advancing to the other to accept the proffered glass. ‘Here’s your health, sir, and your good ’ooman’s here. Gentlemen all—yours, and better luck still. Well, Mr. Willis,’ continued the facetious prisoner, addressing the young man with the cigar, ‘you seem rather down to-day—floored, as one may say. What’s the matter, sir? Never say die, you know.’ ‘Oh!
Glaucon was almost beyond earshot; to the frantic entreaty he answered by no sign. As he and the Spartan stood once more together, the giant leered on him civilly:— “You grow wise, Athenian. It’s honour enough and to spare to be second, with Lycon first. Eu!—and here’s the last contest.”
Henry Lee, Deer Lodge, Wyoming.’ Well, Henry, here’s a wedding-present, I guess. And my congratulations, though you’ve hardly treated us well in never saying a word." The unfortunate Henry, who hadn’t even a sweetheart, and who was noted as the shyest man in the "Goose Creek Outfit," had to submit to the mock congratulations of every man in the room and promise to set up the drinks later.
O Will, why was she taken away, and father left?” There’s his dying words, father,’ said the young man; ‘make the best you can of ’em. You struck him across the face, in a drunken fit, the morning we ran away; and here’s the end of it.’ The girl wept aloud; and the father, sinking his head upon his knees, rocked himself to and fro.
Here’s poor dear Mrs. Sulliwin, as has five blessed children of her own, can’t go out a charing for one arternoon, but what hussies must be a comin’, and ’ticing avay her oun’ ’usband, as she’s been married to twelve year come next Easter Monday, for I see the certificate ven I vas a drinkin’ a cup o’ tea vith her, only the werry last blessed Ven’sday as ever was sent.
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