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How'll we be getting on without our legs or our arms or if we should be blind?" No, it was not in such fashion that the laddies who did the fichting thought or talked wi' one another. They'd no time, for the one thing. And for another, I think they trusted us. Weel, each government has worked out its own way of taking care of the men who suffered. They're gude plans, the maist of them.
"I do not want to go after him; but he isn't hurt? That's what I want to know." "No, he isn't hurt.... You're getting stronger.... Lean on me. You'll begin to feel better when you are in bed. I'll bring you up your tea." "Yes, I shall be all right presently. But how'll you manage to get the dinner?" "Don't you worry about that; you go upstairs and lie down."
"He is Venetia Frances, the one that lives in Legare Street. Why, I've seen them canoodling often, and every one says they are engaged." "Well, he's not, or Miss Pinckney would have told me." "Oh, she's blind. I tell you he is, and she'll be your guardian when he's married her." "That she won't," said Phyl. "How'll you help it? A man and wife are one." "He's only guardian of my property."
"You go on an' tack out your hide, an' I'll ride over and git you some." "How'll you carry it," said Franklin, "if you go on horseback?" "Kerry it!" said Curly contemptuously. "How'd you s'pose I'd kerry it? Why, in my hat, o' course!" and he rode off without deigning further explanation.
"Rights!" sez I. "They didn't have to have rights they had mothers." Well, that set him back a good ways, an' by the time he had thought up some new stuff I was asleep; but he shook me awake an' sez, "Of course the child's mother will do all she can; but supposin' she ain't got what the child wants how'll she explain it to him?"
Mother is a little cross today, and she wants to finish knitting your new stockin', so I guess she'll be glad to get rid of us." "Where'll we go?" he asked, shifting on his wooden leg uneasily. "Anywhere. I don't care. There'll be the air-ride there an' the air-ride back, an' that's the main thing with ME. If you say we'll go, Cap'n, I'll run in an' pack a basket of lunch." "How'll we carry it?"
You will be getting three thousand a week. You needn't bother about the telegram; but I'll have to have a new suit," touching the frayed cuffs of his coat. "Now, if we go to jail, how'll we get out?" "Trust me!" La Signorina had recovered her gaiety. "Well," said Smith, "suppose we go and break the news to Worth?"
USTÍNYA NAÚMOVNA. But, my dear, it's impossible! I'd be tickled to death, but I've given my word. PODKHALYÚZIN. Just as you please, ma'am! But if you betroth her to the other fellow, you'll bring such bad luck upon yourself, that you'll not get clear afterwards! USTÍNYA NAÚMOVNA. But just consider yourself, how'll I have the nerve to show my face before Samsón Sílych?
"You can force me to come," she admitted quietly, "but if you do, I'll let the whole truth be known that I ran away from you. Can your pride stand that, Jude?" He writhed. "And how'll you get around that, even if I don't make you, and you come back of your own free will?" "Somehow I'll manage.
Pathrick beyant, wid the little lamp flickerin' an' flickerin' an' shinin' on his face, an' I thought o' Barney, an' that I'd niver see him agin, an' I burst out cryin'. 'Oh, St Pathrick! says I, 'how'll I ever be able to make up my mind to it at all? An' St. Pathrick looked back at me rale wicked. An' 'Oh, says I again, 'God forgive me, but sure how can I help it? An' there was St.
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