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"A health to the Plague, may she ever, as now, Loose the rogue from his chain, and the nun from her vow; To the gaoler a sword to the captive a key, Hurrah for Earth's Curse! 'tis a blessing to me." "Holla!" cried the chief, stopping; "here, Margherita; here's a brave cloak for thee, my girl: silver enow on it to fill thy purse, if it ever grow empty; which it may, if ever the Plague grow slack."
Half mad with grief, half with resentment, he vented curses upon himself, upon Angelique, upon the world, and looked upon Providence itself as in league with the evil powers to thwart his happiness, not seeing that his happiness in the love of a woman like Angelique was a house built on sand, which the first storm of life would sweep away. "Holla! Le Gardeur de Repentigny!
The courtier he lolls in his gilded coach, How it smacks of a sinecure! The lawyer revolves in his whirling chaise Sweet thoughts of a mischief done; And the lady that knoweth the card she plays Is counting her guineas won! "He, lady! What, holla, ye sinless men! My claim ye can scarce refuse; For when honest folk live on their neighbours, then They encroach on the robber's dues!"
He jis’ holla out fu’ somebody bring dat hoss tu de steps, an’ him stan’in’ ’s big uz life, waitin’. I gits tu de hoss fus’, me, an’ leads ’im up, an’ he gits top dat hoss stidy like he ain’t tetch a drap, an’ he fling me big dolla.” “Whar de dolla, Mista Pierson?” enquired Betsy. “De dolla in my pocket, an’ et gwine stay dah.
He could tell by his nose, almost as well as I could myself by looking at them. Holla! you Agamemnon! where are you? Oh! here comes the dog at last.
"De songs we used to sing in old days when I was a kid after de War wasn't no purtier dan what we used to sing wid our own minstrel show when we was at our best twenty-five and thirty years ago; songs like 'Jungletown, 'Red Wing, and 'Mammy's Li'l Alabama Coon. Our circuit used to be around Holla Bend, Dover, Danville, Ola, Charleston, Nigger Ridge, out from Pottsville, and we usually starred off at the old opery house in Russellville, of course.
A wife should always study her husband's tastes what is a man's home without love? Still a husband ought not to be aggravating, and dislike pie on a Saturday!" "Holla! I say, ma, do you see that 'ere gipsy? I shall go and have my fortune told." "And I and I!" "Lor, if there ben't a tramper!" cried Mr. Hobbs, rising indignantly; "what can the parish be about?"
At a more than ordinary pitch of thumping and hallooing in the passage, he exclaimed, "Devil take those young dogs! How they are singing out! Ay, Sam's voice louder than all the rest! That boy is fit for a boatswain. Holla, you there! Sam, stop your confounded pipe, or I shall be after you."
Bob drops one of the guineas between his fingers, and says, 'Holla, dad, you have only tipped us nine of the yellow boys! Mr. Nabbem had scarcely finished this anecdote, when the farmer-like stranger, who had kept up by the side of the chaise, suddenly rode to the window, and touching his hat, said in a Norfolk accent, "Were the gentlemen we met on the road belonging to your party?
Come, walk by my side, and let me hear what you would ask. Holla, you Sweyn! carry Vige up to the Castle, and look to his wounds. Now for it, young Jarl." "My boon is, that you would set free Prince Lothaire." "What? the young Frank? Why they kept you captive, burnt your face, and would have made an end of you but for your clever Bonder." "That is long past, and Lothaire is so wretched.
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