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Then the President said, "Enoch, how are you going to handle Brown?" "I haven't fully made up my mind," replied Enoch. "The bitterest pill you could make him swallow would be to put yourself in the White House at the next election." "I'm afraid Brown would look on that as less a punishment than a misfortune." Enoch smiled, as he rose and said-good night.
It only shows that the milder type of the disease has penetrated the system, which will thus be enabled to out-Jenneral its more dangerous congener. Before long we shall have physicians of our ailing social system writing to the "Weekly Brandreth's Pill" somewhat on this wise: "I have a very marked and hopeful case in Pequawgus Four Corners.
"That will affront Mademoiselle Brazier," said old Hochon. "No, no, madame; swallow the pill. If you can't get the whole property, secure a small legacy." The Hochons were not clever enough to match Max. In the middle of breakfast Kouski brought over a letter from Monsieur Rouget, addressed to his sister, Madame Bridau. Madame Hochon made her husband read it aloud, as follows:
And above all, and at all times, close attention to her own motions is a great evil. We cannot swallow a pill because we think of what, as regards the larger morsels of food, we do automatically. Moreover, attention intensifies fatigue. Walk a mile, carefully willing each leg-motion, and you will be tired.
He had taken from his pocket a brown pill of the size of a large pea, and sat rolling it in his palm. Had he brought me poison? "I suppose it is better than " He shot a glance at me as if to command silence, then he put the pill in my palm. I saw it was of brown tissue rolled tightly. "Don't take it now," said he; "too soon after breakfast. Wait half an hour.
It was a bitter pill for James to swallow, seeing his rival high in the favor of the young collegian. Mr. Cameron went home on Friday afternoon. "I shall be back Monday night," he said to Herbert. But Monday night did not bring him. Herbert didn't think much of it, however, as it was easy to imagine that some engagement had delayed the young collegian.
He stood holding the reins of his old saddle-horse "Pill." He had ridden to the Concho to get his monthly pay. "And pore leetle ole Fernando he's gone," said Sundown. "That's jest the difference between one fella doin' what he thinks is right and a bunch of fellas shootin' up themselves. The one fella gets it every time. The bunch, bein' so many of 'em, gets off.
Surely you have enough in this story to satisfy even your insatiable appetite for news." Jimmy gulped. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Here he had a juicy bit of news that would delight Hite and he could not publish it. What a swell new lead for the story. Acting contrary to the old man's wishes in the matter was, of course, out of the question.
Timothy, eyeing the horsewhip askance, observed that there was another still more speedy, to wit, a moderate pill of lead, with a sufficient dose of gunpowder. 'No, rascal, cried the knight; 'that must be reserved for your betters. So saying, he employed the instrument so effectually, that Crabshaw soon forgot his fractured ribs, and capered about with great agility.
Well, he's a pill! But his old man must 'a' been on to him. Here, here's a piece in the paper about that fine big strappin' giant it's partly what got me to thinkin' to-night, so I couldn't sleep.
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