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"Lawson & Rutherford." It was clear that poor Elise who could never have had any head for business was deceived as to the value of her securities. It might even be that with regard to all three of them she might have to cut her losses and estimate her income minus the dividends accruing from this source.
But attacks of indigestion rarely last more than a day, and this one proved no hindrance to the series of tri-weekly skating parties, minus refreshments, in which the pair participated. After two weeks of laborious lessons, Louise found that she was able to take a few sure strokes without gulping and calling for masculine aid.
At that time the interests of Tedworth were identical with the interests of a certain Squire Mompesson, and he, being a gouty, irritable individual, was little disposed to have his peace and the peace of Tedworth disturbed by the drummer's loud bawling and louder drumming. At his orders rough hands seized the unhappy wanderer, blows rained upon him, and he was driven from Tedworth minus his drum.
"Well, we've had our five days' tussle for nothing, and you're minus a nigger. That's about what it comes to." "Speak out, can't you! Is he dead? What was the yell we heard?" "It was all done like a flash of lightning.
As a preparatory measure, Farmer Blaize seized a wing of the bird, on which both boys flung themselves desperately, and secured it minus the pinion. "That's your game," cried the farmer. "Here's a taste of horsewhip for ye. I never stands nonsense!" and sweetch went the mighty whip, well swayed. The boys tried to close with him. He kept his distance and lashed without mercy.
Need I say it was the wheelbarrow? Yes, it was the wheelbarrow; and the "U.S. Ordnance" branded upon its side, and visible under the light of the blazing pile, told whence it had come. Either Fort Gibson or Fort Smith was minus a barrow, drawn from their stores by no very formal requisition.
The Airdale was given a most impressive funeral and was buried in pomp with all his medals, ribbons, tags, collars and platinum leashes, but minus a few of the uncollected parts of his anatomy. While it had been a complete catastrophe, he was by no means a complete carcass.
He then opened the circuit to the teleceiver screen overhead and spoke to the spaceport control tower. "Polaris to spaceport control. Request permission to blast off. Request orbit." "Spaceport traffic to Polaris. Your orbit has been cleared 089 repeat 089 blast off in two minutes ..." "Orbit 089 blast off minus one fifty-nine fifty-eight." "You read me clear, Polaris ..."
He might be a pretty minus quantity in a drawing-room or at a dance, but in a bunker or out in the open with a cleek, Eunice felt, you'd be surprised. She was just about to address him in a spirit of kindliness, when he spoke. "Better keep your brassey in the bag on the next nine," he said. "Stick to the iron. The great thing is to keep 'em straight!" Eunice gasped.
"And were you taught arithmetic?" "Why, sir..." "Well, you're not very good at subtraction." "What makes you say that?" "Because you don't know that nine minus eight equals one. And that, you see, is a fact of the highest importance. Life becomes impossible if you are ignorant of that fundamental truth."
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