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King, darting out of his chair. "Yes, sir" Bingley still kept his gaze glued to the ceiling "but we didn't do it, though; Joe lammed us." "Oh!" "So the rest of the gang are going for him to-night; I'm not able to," said Bingley, trying to appear careless. "Joel to be in such business how could he!" fumed old Mr. King. "A gentleman and I thought so much of his turning out well.
I pretended that I didn't, know vot vas meant, and axed in a careless sort of vay for the particulars. One of the coves tells me how old Critchet got lammed, and then said that the coves didn't get anything, 'cos the old feller had carried all of his money to the government office, and took a paper for the amount.
"I lammed him, as I'd have lammed Robert Bruce if he'd lied to me." The Boy stared at this sudden incursion into history, but all he said was: "Your dinner's waitin'." The minute Mac got inside he looked round hungrily for the child. Not seeing him, he went over and scrutinised the tumbled contents of the bunks. "Where's Kaviak?" "P'raps you'll tell us." "You mean he isn't here?"
"Do you mean to say," exclaimed Miss Theodosia, indignantly, "that you shot the Union soldier, when you knew he was fighting for your freedom?" "Co'se, I know all about dat," responded Uncle Remus, "en it sorter made col' chills run up my back; but w'en I see dat man take aim, en Mars Jeems gwine home ter Ole Miss en Miss Sally, I des disremembered all 'bout freedom en lammed aloose.
True to her type, Julie would not even expose an enemy. The Spurgeons and the Thompsons were feudists, and had time and again made war on each other for several generations, and it was their policy not to talk, but to let their rifles talk for them. "What you-all goin' t' do?" "We are going on, of course," announced Lieutenant Wingate. "You-all shore'll git lammed if ye do," warned Julie.
"They've all lammed out. The place is empty." "You don't know that," Oscar chided. "It might be bulging with Ravick's thugs, waiting for us to come walking up and be mowed down." Possible. Highly improbable, though, I thought. The escalators weren't running, and we weren't going to alert any hypothetical ambush by starting them.
He said he had to do something just to keep from thinking. Of course the poor lollop had never been able to think under any circumstances; but it sounded good. And, of course, he told me his trouble. I don't believe he held back the least little thing from the beginning of the accident down to the time he lammed Ben with his crutch. He now blamed everything on Ben.
"Why why what do you mean?" "Wal, if he hadn't a lammed one feller with a bucket he'd a been laid out sure. So Richards says; as it is, it's the other feller that has the head." She laughed to see the girl's face grow rosy again. "Then Mr. Ramsey isn't hurt?" "Not a scratch! The funny part of it is, they've been going around here for a week, quiet as you please.
Sho nuff, out he goes, en de dogs ain't no mo'n got ter de place fo' up jump de old rabbit right 'mong um, en atter runnin''roun' a time or two, she skip right up ter Mars Jeems, en Mars Jeems, he des put de gun-bar'l right on 'er en lammed aloose.
That any patriotic American, twice elevated to the presidency, could want a third term, could have the hardihood to seek one was inconceivable. My letter was an insult to General Grant and proof of my own lack of intelligence and restraint. They lammed me, laughed at me, good and strong. On each successive occasion of recurrence I have encountered the same criticism.
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