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Every now and then you hear earnest whispers of ‘That’s Sir John Thomson.’ ‘Which? him with the gilt order round his neck?’ ‘No, no; that’s one of the messengers—that other with the yellow gloves, is Sir John Thomson.’ ‘Here’s Mr. The arrivals increase in number, and the heat and noise increase in very unpleasant proportion.
“But that doesn’t seem hardly fair,” protested Truax. “See here, I have spent all my money getting here. I haven’t even the price of a lodging with me, and this isn’t a summer night.” “Why, I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” Benson went on, feeling in one of his pockets. “Here’s a dollar. That’ll buy you a bed and a breakfast at the hotel up the street.
But he’s gone, Father, he’s gone, and I shall never hear him again. Here’s his little sash, but him I shall never see or hear now.” She drew out of her bosom her boy’s little embroidered sash, and as soon as she looked at it she began shaking with sobs, hiding her eyes with her fingers through which the tears flowed in a sudden stream.
I have known a boatswain’s mate who a few months after he had joined the ship received about twenty pounds. One of his messmates asked him to lend him a few shillings. “That I will, my hearty,” was his generous reply; “here’s a fist full for you. Pay me a fist full when you are able.” The master at arms who observed the action desired the borrower to count it; it amounted to twenty-nine shillings.
Chancing to thrust his hand in his pocket, he felt the long-forgotten letter and drew it forth, then looking at it with wide open eyes and mouth, gave vent to his surprise as follows: "Who’d a b’leved it! Here’s this letter been in my pocket two weeks. I deserve to be cracked over the head, and anybody but marster would do it.
"Well, here be camp," announced Mrs. Yellett. What Mary had taken for a bank of snow was a huge, canvas-covered wagon. Several dogs ran down to greet the buckboard, barking a welcome. In the background was a shadowy group, huge of stature, making its way down the mountain-path. "And here’s all the children come to meet teacher." Mrs.
“I don’t value any of your talk,” replied the boatswain. “You thought I was a flat; now you see I’m not; and there’s an end. If you won’t have a swallow of the rum, I’ll have one myself. Here’s your health, and good-night to you!” So off he went down the avenue towards town, and there goes the bottle out of the story.
“There’s a woman there, a woman. That’s enough for you. You shut up.” “Listen, though you’re such a savage I’ve always liked you.... I feel anxious.” “Thanks, old fellow. I’m a savage you say. Savages, savages! That’s what I am always saying. Savages! Why, here’s Misha! I was forgetting him.”
Now that’s done,” he added, putting in the bullet and driving it home with the ramrod. “Pyotr Ilyitch, my dear fellow, that’s nonsense, all nonsense, and if only you knew what nonsense! Give me a little piece of paper now.” “Here’s some paper.” “No, a clean new piece, writing-paper. That’s right.”
Here’s to Whiter’s health—so you know nothing about the fight?’ ‘No, sir; the truth is, that of late I have been very much occupied with various matters, otherwise I should, perhaps, have been able to afford you some information—boxing is a noble art.’ ‘Can you box?’ ‘A little.’
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