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She was a stern realist, a sneering sceptic, in the most literal sense a cynic. Her even breathing, her regular features, seemed to answer him. "Hey-dey, my boy, we shall be merry for a thousand years! Better sleep now, you will need sleep if you mean to try which of us is the stronger." The next day their marriage was the marvel of the town and neighbourhood.
One o' these yer dat will get all der niggers to feelin' bused, if Masir don't watch him!" said Sambo. "Hey-dey! The black cuss!" said Legree. "He'll have to get a breakin' in, won't he, boys?" Both negroes grinned a horrid grin, at this intimation. "Ay, ay! Let Mas'r Legree alone, for breakin' in! De debil heself couldn't beat Mas'r at dat!" said Quimbo.
Is not that a lovely trait in human nature? one which I have never as yet discovered in what is called 'swagger society'! When I was in the hey-dey of my career, and money was pouring in from all my business 'deals' like water from a never-ending main, I had a young Scotsman for a secretary, as close-fisted a fellow as ever was, who managed to lose me the chance of doing a great many kind actions.
"Mrs. Boxer, my son is dead!" said Simon, in a hollow voice. "And a good thing it is, then, sir!" "For shame, woman!" said Morton, indignantly. "Hey-dey! sir! whom have we got here?" "One," said Simon, sternly, "whom you will treat with respect. He brings me a blessing to lighten my loss. One harsh word to this child, and you quit my house!"
"Mrs. Boxer, my son is dead!" said Simon, in a hollow voice. "And a good thing it is, then, sir!" "For shame, woman!" said Morton, indignantly. "Hey-dey! sir! whom have we got here?" "One," said Simon, sternly, "whom you will treat with respect. He brings me a blessing to lighten my loss. One harsh word to this child, and you quit my house!"
The strike mania had seized the men, and nothing now could hold them back. He knew they would doubt his threat to tear down the buildings. Not till he sent the builder's wrecking crew would they understand. Not a hair's breadth, not the fraction of an inch; if they struck, it would be the end. He gazed at his wife, the melting lights of love in his handsome eyes. Hey-dey!
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