United States or Portugal ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
An' there's plenty of women wot has eyes correct in stock and colour, as we sez of the flowers, but they're like p'ison berries, shinin' an' black an' false-like, an' if ye touch 'em ye're a dead man.
"For giving me p'ison," said Mr. Lister, frantically. "Do you think you can deceive me by your roundabouts? Do you think I can't see through you?" The other with a sphinx-like smile sat unmoved. "Prove it," he said, darkly. "But supposin' if anybody 'ad been givin' you p'ison, would you like to take something to prevent its acting?" "I'd take gallons of it," said Mr. Lister, feverishly.
An' ez Tom knowed I war snake-bit las' June, he went home an' tole his mother ez the p'ison hed done teched me in the head, an' said he reckoned, ef the truth war knowed, I hed fits ez a constancy. I say FITS!" Once more the bewildered tanner glanced from one to the other.
Coke was summoned hastily. Noblesse oblige; being captain, he valiantly essayed the task of sampling this strange beverage. "It ain't p'ison," he announced, gazing suspiciously at the little group of anxious-faced men who awaited his verdict. "It sartinly ain't p'ison, but it's wuss nor any teetotal brew I've tackled in all me born days.
I tharfore su'gests at this crisis that Black Jack do his best with a bottle, an' when every gent has got his p'ison, Dave Tutt proceeds for'ard with the killin' of this Jack Rainey. "'Goin' on as to said Rainey, observes Tutt, followin' them remarks of Enright, 'as I explains when Texas an' Moore runs me down with them interestin' outbreaks, Rainey gets ag'inst it over in a jimcrow camp called Lido; an' this yere is a long spell ago.
"We'll turn our eyes upward, to the mounting heights. Some uv us who are jest bound to save the Union are settin' up on top uv high ridges, whar that p'ison band can't go, waitin' to tell us whar we ought to go. They've got some home-made flags, an' they'll wave 'em to me." "Mr. Reed, you're a man of foresight and perception." "Foresight? I know what that is.
Not if I know it. Why should it be bu'st up? D'you think we're all going to smash there because a fool like Melmotte blows his brains out in London? 'He took poison. 'Or p'ison either. That's not just our way. I'll tell you what I'm going to do; and why I'm over here so uncommon sharp. These shares are at a'most nothing now in London. I'll buy every share in the market.
They were joined at that moment by Reed, the long mountaineer, who had also been listening to the big horns. "That means them gorillers, shore," he said. "We've got some p'ison people uv our own, an' when the gorillers come in here they j'ined 'em, and knowin' ev'ry inch uv the country, they kin guide the gorillers wharever they please." "You agree then with Mr.
Word Of The Day