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"King owns the stage-line from Osage to Laurel, where the Bay State gets its mail, and he owns Kenmore, a mining-camp in the west half uh White Divide. We can go around by Kenmore, if we want to but King's Highway? Nit!" I chuckled to myself to think of all the things I could twit dad about if ever he went after me again.
"Good Heavens, man!" I exclaimed in disgust and dismay, "don't you know you will kill yourself drinking that stuff in that way?" "Guess nit," he growled, but quite good-naturedly. "I ain't started. I've been drinkin' more'n that every night for ten years and I ain't dead yet, not by a damn sight. No! nor I ain't never been drunk, neither."
"I shan't have the opportunity of hearing many more of your words of wisdom for a time, as you go back on Monday. And you'll be the panting prey of a gang of giggling girls at the garden party and dance to-morrow.... Why on earth must we muck up your last week-day with rotten 'functions'. You don't want to dance and you don't want to garden-part in the least." "Nit," interrupted Dam.
"No, sah, neber," replied the negro; "de boat swamp in two mi nit if I put 'bout in dis sea." The veteran began to crawl toward him to compel obedience. The man shouted: "Stop dat ar. Ef you comes nigher I hit you wid'n oar. Bettah one drown dan we all drown." Ella gave a despairing cry, and found oblivion in a deathlike swoon. "Truly, Captain Bodine," said Mrs.
From her elbow, "His Honor asks if you want to state your case." "Huh?" "Do you wish to state your case from the witness-chair? Since you did not employ counsel, do you wish to state your own case?" "Nit." "Look up here, my girl. I am the judge, trying to help you." "Aw!" "Is this your first offense?" "Well, it's my offense, ain't it?" "Address the court properly.
In vain I asked his name and address; in vain I begged him to dine with me to become my honored guest. "Nit," he said, shortly, and shambled off down the path. But I was not going to lose him like that. I rose and deliberately started to stalk him. It was easy. He shuffled along, pulling on his pipe, and I after him.
"Nit yer larks!" he cried. "I thought it was the cop." "Cum 'ere, Joe; I want yer," said the girl. "Wot's up now?" he cried, following her along the street. They stood in earnest talk for some minutes, while Chook complimented the red-headed girl on her wit. "Yer knocked me sky-'igh," he confessed, with a leer. "Did I?" "Yer did. Gi' me one straight on the point," he admitted.
"Put down fifteen; I'd jest as lief it was more 'n less. Put down a hundred dollars fer me, I mean to hev a good suit o' clothes myself. What does that come to?" "Twenty-five thousand, one hundred dollars. Aren't you wasting time, Mr. Panel?" "Nit. Of course if we happened to be interrupted it might be awkward fer you.
He had to get up early the next morning. "Bòna nit!" He spoke courteously to each of the suitors as they filed out of the house. As Jaime passed, gloomy and crestfallen, Pèp grasped his arm. He must remain; Pèp would accompany him to the tower. He glanced uneasily at the Ironworker, who was behind him, the last to take his leave. The señor did not reply, freeing his arm with a brusque movement.
"I am an Intellectual Nit. Clear Out!" So the Agent gave him a couple of pitying Looks and departed, meeting in the Doorway a pop-eyed Person with his Hat on the Back of his Head and a Roll of Blue Prints under his Arm. The Man looked up and moaned. He recognized his Visitor as a most dangerous Monomaniac the one who is building a House and wants to show the Plans.
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