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I cen't vind any subber. We got noddings to eat, noddings, noddings." "When do we have those bread'n milk again, Mammy?" "To-morrow soon py-and-py, Hilda. I doand know what pecome oaf us now, what pecome oaf my leedle babby." She went on, holding Hilda against her shoulder with one arm as best she might, one hand steadying herself against the fence railings along the sidewalk.
Pierre was continuing his audible mutterings. "Darkness as black as ": then he shouted with a yet more forcible volley of oaths: "Jean! you oaf! get hold of the off mare, can't you? And you, what's your name, you fool? ease the near gelding. Heavens above, what dolts!" "Stop a moment," cried M. le Comte, "wait till the ladies can get out. This pulling and lurching is unbearable."
It is lucky for him that the President has taken this journey to turn us out, for now that great oaf of a Joseph Blondet will marry Mlle. Blandureau. I will let Father Blondet have some seeds in return. As for you, Camusot, go to M. Michu's, while Mme. la Duchesse and I will go to find old Blondet.
Denver smiled again dreamily as he dwelt upon her beauty, her hair like fine-spun gold, her eyes that mirrored every thought; and with it all, a something he could not name that made his heart leap and choke him. He could not speak when she first addressed him, his brain had gone into a whirl; and so he had sat there, like a great oaf of a miner, and refused to give her anything.
"I wonder at thy hardihood, John Alden, putting such reproach upon me. Never think again that I will listen to thy wooing after such insult, and thou stupid oaf, did I not tell thee that the letter was to Jeanne De la Noye, my dear girl-friend in Leyden?" "Nay, thou toldst me no such thing." "Well, I tell thee now, and thou mayst put Jeanne after 'my well-beloved' at the top, an' thou wilt.
He pushed his way eagerly into the elder-bush. But at the same moment he felt her clenched fist strike his face. She laughed crazily, but he stood fixed in the same position, as though stunned, his mouth held forward as if still awaiting a kiss. "Why do you hit me?" he asked, gazing at her brokenly. "Because I can't endure you! You're a perfect oaf, and so ugly and so common!"
I shall probably be at my office if you are anxious to see me." Quarrier looked at him, then laid aside his hat and sat down. There was little to be done in diplomacy with an oaf like that. "Mr. Plank," he said, without any emphasis at all, "there should be some way for us to come together. Have you considered it?" "No, I haven't," replied Plank.
"Especially me. Example: I was angry beyond reason with my maid, Ruth. I started up and screamed out, 'Oh, you clumsy thing! go curry-comb my horse, and send that oaf your head is running on to handle my hair. And I told her my grandam would have whipped her well for it, but nowadays mistresses were the only sufferers: we had lost the use of our hands, we are grown so squeamish.
Don't you know me better?" "What an old oaf I am for asking, to be sure! Didn't I nurse him, and haven't I watched him grow up, and don't I know my own boys yet?" she added to herself, but speaking aloud. "To be sure you have, Judy." "But, Master Arthur, why is the master casting blame to you?
And the queer thing is this over-worked world, that stints itself to keep them in idleness, approves of the answer. "The flannelled fool," "The muddied oaf," is the pet of the people; their hero, their ideal. But maybe all this is mere jealousy. Myself, I have never been clever at knocking balls about. Patience and the Waiter.
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