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A squall of pain from one of the bears across the ring hinted to him what he might expect. "Come here," Collins commanded in his cold, hard tones. Michael came and stood before him. "Lie down!" Michael lay down, although he did it slowly, with advertised reluctance. "Damned thoroughbred!" Collins sneered at him. "Won't put any pep into your motions, eh? Well, we'll take care of that. Get up!
They must eat with her whatever whatever there was to be had. He would see them again about sunset when he returned from Valldemosa. "Good-bye, Pèp! Good-bye, children!"
I am 'strong, as you Americans say, for plentiful seasoning." "Isn't he cute?" demanded Jenny Stone. "He takes to American slang like a bird to the air." "Poetry barred!" declared Helen. "Say," Tom remarked aside to the colonel, "you've got all the pep necessary, sure enough, in Jennie." "She is one dear!" sighed the Frenchman. "And she just said you were a bird.
"Daren, everybody has been dancing jazz. It's the rage. The old dances were slow. The new ones have pep and snap." "So I see. They have more than that," returned Lane. "But pray, never mind me. I'm out of date. Go ahead and dance.... If you'd rather, I'll leave and call on you some other time." "No, you stay," she replied. "I'll chase this bunch pretty soon." "Well, you won't chase me.
Can Mallorquí had not belonged to him for twelve years. He had sold it to Pèp, whose fathers and grandfathers had cultivated it. That was during the time when he still had money; but of what use was that land on a separate island to which he would never return?
You'd like to make out that my father is the worst swindler that ever lived, and I won't stand for it." "Reff, that isn't true," interrupted Pepper. "Jack hasn't said a word against your father." "Oh, you can't bluff me, Pep Ditmore. I know better." "What Pepper says is true I haven't said a word, Reff, truly I haven't.
To-day, when I am low in my mind, I take that cowgirl hat from its retreat and read its inscription: "Give 'er pep and let 'er buck." It is a whole creed. Somewhere among my papers I have the programme of that round-up at Kalispell. It was a very fine round-up. There was a herd of buffalo; there were wild horses and long-horned Mexican steers. There was a cheering crowd.
His quietude was like a great, impregnable, invisible wall inclosing him. "I'm not the man can change his ways, Hanna. I married at forty, too late for that." "I notice you liked my pep, all righty, when I was workin' in the feed-yard office. I hadn't been in it ten days before you were hangin' on my laughs from morning till night." "I do yet, Hanna only you don't laugh no more.
The night had been one of storm in Can Mallorquí. Pèp was blind with fury, and had used a club upon his back until Margalida and her mother had been compelled to interfere. The boy's smile reappeared. He told with pride of the punishment he had taken from his father without uttering a cry.
He spoke to her as if she were a child, and she, with lowered eyes, her face flushed, fingering a corner of her apron, stammered a few words in the Ivizan dialect: "No, I am not pretty. I am at your lordship's service." Febrer brought the interview to a close, telling Pèp and his children to go to his house. The peasant knew Antonia, and the old woman would be very glad to see him.
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