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His lips were colourless, and he was choking with the nausea of fatigue. I found a flask of brandy in his pocket, and a mouthful revived him. 'I'm all out, he said. 'The road's easier now, and I can direct YOU about the rest ... You'd better leave me. I'll only be a drag. I'll come on when I feel better. 'No, you don't, you old fool.
Now, had you a tocher like that, it would be a gey business, I think, fourteen potato-stones at the very least, I would say, eh?" and he must get quit of the mouthful before he could finish "Eh, Janet?" "And if you go on at that rate with my pork, you will not, by-and-by, be much behind me. But, guid faith, Aminadab, I'm not ashamed, lad, of my size.
The Deacon, not being in the habit of taking his nourishment in the congealed state, had treated the ice-cream as a pudding of a rare species, and, to make sure of doing himself justice in its distribution, had taken a large mouthful of it without the least precaution.
"Well, she's got to eat or she'll die, and you know, Sam Welch, that ain't to be," retorted the old woman. "She'll eat before she'll die, Maudie; don't worry." "I'll never eat a mouthful!" cried Rosalie, a brave, stubborn light in her eyes. She was standing in the far corner drying her face with her handkerchief. "Oho, you can talk again, eh? Hooray!
I heard the report this time, and the shot fell close alongside of us. "A good mark with that apple," coolly observed the Captain; "the Long Tom must be a tearer, to pitch its mouthful of iron this length." Another succeeded; and if I had been still pinned up in the companion, there would have been no log now, for it went crash through into the hold.
He entered with that air of strength and capability so dear to the women of a household. He had on his kirk suit, and Christina thought, as he sat down by the open window, how much handsomer he looked in his blue guernsey and fishing cap. "You'll be needing a mouthful and a cup of tea, Andrew?" she asked. Andrew shook his head and answered pleasantly, "Not I, Christina. I had my tea with Sophy.
She thought her sudden good fortune justified a trifling extravagance; she had no fancy for Mrs Bilkins's smoked tea, so she turned into the first teashop she came to, where she revelled in scrambled eggs, strong tea, bread, butter, and jam. She ate these unaccustomed delicacies slowly, deliberately, hugely enjoying the savour of each mouthful. She then walked in the direction of Shepherd's Bush.
The carcass emitted a peculiar, offensive odor, and, though very fat, was not in the least inviting as game. If it is part of the economy of nature for one animal to prey upon some other beneath it, then the poor devil has indeed a mouthful that makes a meal off the porcupine.
Now Aunt Frances hadn't done anything of the kind, so this was a really whopping fib. But Elizabeth Ann didn't care if it was. It made her feel less ashamed, though she did not know why. She took another mouthful of pop-corn and stroked Eleanor's back. Uncle Henry got up and stretched. "It's time to go to bed, folks," he said.
The wonderful celerity with which the Imp wolfed down that ice cream was positively awe-inspiring. In less time almost than it takes to tell the plate was empty. Yet scarcely had he swallowed the last mouthful when he heard Mr. Selwyn's voice close by. In his haste the Imp dropped his cap, a glaring affair of red and white, and before he could recover it Lisbeth reappeared, followed by Mr. Selwyn.
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