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"Psha! you are laughing at me, sir," the other replied, rather peevishly, and you ought not to laugh so near a church gate. "Here we are at St. Benedict's. They say Mr. Oriel is a beautiful preacher."
It drives me to exercise it. I must exercise it. I am great when I exercise it. At other moments I am nobody. THE ORACLE. Well, exercise it. Do you need an oracle to tell you that? NAPOLEON. Wait. This talent involves the shedding of human blood. THE ORACLE. Are you a surgeon, or a dentist? NAPOLEON. Psha! You do not appreciate me, madam.
"I've got to go," he said almost doggedly. "But I hate the thought of leaving you, An-ina. If Marcel would only get around now, I'd feel easy. But there's not a sign of him. He's late late and Psha! It's no sort of use. I must pull out right away." He stood up from the counter and came over to the stove. An-ina's dark eyes watched him.
Among the killed and wounded returns, and at the top of the list, very likely." "Psha! It will be time enough to cry out when we are hurt," Dobbin said. "And if anything happens, you know, George, I have got a little, and I am not a marrying man, and I shall not forget my godson in my will," he added, with a smile.
And, seizing the blunderbuss, and looking wickedly at Jack, he vociferated, "By Hercules, I would drive the contents of this through their sowls who dare annoy us." "Better for you to shoot your mother than fire at the banshee, anyhow," remarked Jack. "Psha!" said Harry, looking contemptuously at his companion.
He was told that the Duke of Wellington had gone to try and rally his army, the advance of which had been utterly crushed the night before. "Crushed, psha!" said Jos, whose heart was pretty stout at breakfast-time. "The Duke has gone to beat the Emperor as he has beaten all his generals before."
Could he be still faithful to the attachment which had agitated him so much, and sent him abroad eighteen months back? Psha! The bracelets and presents were for some of Harry's old friends of the Opera or the French theatre.
Then she came and stood opposite to him, still without speaking, and then she walked about again. "What could a woman better be, than a finger-post, as you call it, with such a purpose?" "Nothing better, of course; though a milestone to tell a fellow his distances, is very good." "Psha!" "You don't like the idea of being a milestone." "No!" "Then you can make up your mind to be a finger-post."
"Psha! you are laughing at me, sir," the other replied rather peevishly, "and you ought not to laugh so near a church gate. Here we are at St. Benedict's. They say Mr. Oriel is a beautiful preacher."
Why, he is worth thirty thousand francs, and is as steady at his business as his father was before him. 'He is a dandy. 'Psha! that is nothing! said Michel. 'And he is too fond of money. 'It is a fault on the right side, said Michel. 'His wife and children will not come to want. Madame Voss paused a moment before she made her last and grand objection to the match.
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