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"If she does," the tough shouted, "I'll run 'em off the bank." "No, you won't, sweetheart, 'cause why? 'Cause what'll I do to you afterwards?" "You won't do nothin', Jack, 'cause I'd gouge your eyes out." "Why, lovesoul, d' you suppose I'd be talking up as brash as this to a bid, stwong man like oo if I didn't have a gun handy?" "Yuh, I guess so, lil sunbeam.
Still can we hear Big Tom's deep rich voice reading in his musical Cree language: "Weya Muneto a ispeeche saketapun uske, ke niakew oo pauko-Koosisana, piko una tapwatowayitche numaweya oo ga nissewunatissety, maka oo ga ayaty kakeka pimatissewin." Which is the translation of that matchless verse, the sixteenth of the third chapter of Saint John's Gospel.
"Oo ay!" said he, in a voice of quiet contempt, "the twa hunner wull be here and 'twull wait ye long eneuch, I'se warrant ye." Then Bill nailed him. "I hain't got my card case on my person," he said, with a slight grin. "Left it on the pianner," suggested Hi, who was in a state of great hilarity at Bill's success in drawing the Scottie. "Nae matter tae me.
"Two months 'n' five days," said the mother, with a mother's exactness. "Ye don't say! I want 'o know! The dear little pudzy-wudzy!" she went on, stirring it up in the neighborhood of the ribs with her fat forefinger. "Pooty tough on 'oo to go gallivant'n' 'cross lots this way " "Yes, that's so; a man can't lift a mountain," said Council, entering the door. "Mother, this is Mr.
Your father sold him this afternoon." "My nice Nepshun!" The child's lip quivered, but something in the suffering face above her made her say quickly, "Me'll be dood, Don, an' when oo turn back, me'll be waitin' at de gate." She patted his cheek confidingly. "Nice Don! Nan loves oo, dear, an' Desus. Nan loves Desus 'cause oo do, Don." John's voice choked. "Keep on loving, Nansie." "Yes, me will.
'E never tol' me 'oo 'is people were; I shouldn't think they could 'ave bin Brown Borough people, for Elbert seemed to 'ave bin about a lot, seen mountains an' oceans an' sichlike, an' come acrost a lot of furriners even Germans. 'E talked a lot about people as good as a novelette 'is stories was, but bloody 'igh-flavoured. Children knows a lot in the Brown Borough.
"I 'o 'oo'," he replied testily. Then, clasping his jaw in both hands, he began to walk the floor again, groaning dismally. Miss Roberts's tears were flowing. She felt sure that Mr. Baxter's hours were' numbered, and that she would soon be forced to look on at his funeral. Could she be a mother to his little ones, thus doubly bereaved?
"I'll teach you how to jump on the wind's back, and then away we go." "Oo!" she exclaimed rapturously. "Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars." "Oo!" "And, Wendy, there are mermaids." "Mermaids! With tails?" "Such long tails." "Oh," cried Wendy, "to see a mermaid!" He had become frightfully cunning.
And I haven't got no money left, to buy oo a birthday-present! And I ca'n't give oo nuffin but this!" "Oh, thank you, darling!" cried Sylvie. "I like your present best of all!" His Sub-Excellency turned and patted the two children on the head with his long lean hands. "Go away, dears!" he said. "There's business to talk over.
"'We has tum to see 'oo, said Margaret, giving him a very burry hug, for as she threw her arms around his neck, the burs in her hair caught in his heavy beard. Margaret screamed as her hair pulled, and they had some trouble to get her disentangled. "'We hasn't yunned away, Uncle Darling. We has came in a carriage, said Jean. "The gentleman was a business friend of your great-uncle's.
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