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"So you got lost! Who finally set you straight? I heard you talking, there, with someone." "A young pusson, suh," said Neb, with dignity. Lorey had befriended him, he knew, at last; but he had scared him into panic to begin with. "A young pusson, suh," he said, "what made me think he was a paintuh, suh, to staht with. Made me think he was a paintuh, suh, or else de debbil, wid his howlin'."
Small pace to ye, Bob Mahone; for shure it was howlin' and screechin' at your wake like a born scrandighowl that broke it." "Never mind, lad; what remains of it is not bad," said Stanley, laughing, as he proceeded to open the box containing his scientific instruments.
"Ung Silas, he done got better; he howlin' arter sompen nother, but 't ain't arter Ung Silas." Upon that identical winter's day, in a back alley of New York, a small crowd of idlers had gathered to witness the performance of the "Man Monkey." A little creature, dressed in tinsel, leaped and capered, keeping time to the grinding of an organ.
An' next I hears Johnny howlin' murder. Frame-up, Mr. Haggerty. Nothin' t' do with it, hones' t' Gawd! Th' boss ain't here." Jameson lurched toward the bartender. "Young lookin'? Red cheeks? 'Old himself like a sojer?" "That's 'im," agreed the bartender. "What were y' robbed of?" demanded Haggerty. Jameson looked into a pair of chilling blue eyes. His own wavered drunkenly. "Money." "Y' lie!
It seems now such a confusin' jumble of men, women and childer, all screamin' an' rushin' for the stairs, and all the time the wind was a howlin' an' the vessel was groanin' an' pitchin' so you had to cling to whatever was nearest to keep on your feet at all.
"All right, I'll run and tell her. I'm in a hurry, for me and Emma's playin' house and I got to get back to my children before they miss me and set up a howlin'." She looked very serious as she ran off down the lane, Amanda smiling after her. Later, as the girl went down the road to the Landis home she wondered whose birthday it might be, or what the cause of celebration.
"'I'm that scared I fairly hankers for the privilege of howlin', but I realises acootely that havin' come this far towards homicide I must needs go through if Yuba crowds my hand. But he don't; he's forbearin' an' stands silent an' still. Likewise, I sees his nose, yeretofore the colour of a over-ripe violin, begin to turn sear an' gray. I recovers sperit at this as I saveys I'm saved.
Well! what I want ter tell you is this: Ye know, or ye've heard me tell o' that Mrs. Fairfax, as left her husband for that fire-eatin' Marion, and stuck to him through thick and thin, and stood watch and watch with him in this howlin' Southern rumpus they're kickin' up all along the coast, as if she was a man herself. Well, jes as I hauled up at the wharf at 'Frisco, she comes aboard.
Brayley's strength of lungs came back to him with a new anger. "You howlin' idiot, what are you tryin' to do?" "I was a-readin'," responded Lonesome Pete, still grinning vapidly, still not quite certain whether the things which he saw about him were real things or literary hallucinations. "A-readin'!" snapped Brayley, sitting up. "That what I'm payin' you for, you blame gallinipper!"
It's a gey wanchancy thing this!" he cried in terror, as the shout "Loch Sloy!" arose again outside, and the sound of voices was all about the castle. The woman within heard it too, for her cries became more hysterical than ever. "D n ye, ye skirlin' auld bitch!" said the retainer, turning in exasperation, "can ye no steeck your jaw, and let them dae the howlin' outside?"
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