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Then they pinch her, but she makes her get-away, and comes here, and, if the dope I've got is right, you hand Rough Rorke one, and help her to beat it again. It looks blamed funny doesn't it? when you come to consider that there's a leak somewhere!" "Is that so!" Rhoda Gray flashed back. "And did you know before last night that it was the White Moll who was queering our game?"
Judging this to be the position most demoralizing, Dick descended with more haste than precaution. Melchard, his entrails shaking, stood, to all appearance, firm as a rock. When Dick tapped his shoulder, he turned, showing a face white and drawn. "The man Bunce!" he exclaimed. "Silly liar!" said Dick. "You knew who I was the moment you saw my cheek guessed I was the man who was queering your game.
"I've got a little proposition to put up to you, and maybe it'll help you to add two and two together if I let you see all the cards. Understand? You've had your run of luck lately, quite a bit of it, haven't you, you and the White Moll? Well, it's my turn now! You've been queering our game to the limit, curse you!"
You can go on hating me as much as you please; but don't go on queering your own pitch and distressing your mother and making your future dark and difficult, when it should be bright and easy. Promise me that you'll go back to a new school and work your hardest to atone for this nonsense and I'll take your word for it. And I don't ask for my own sake always remember that.
"Unless Black joined this outfit with the express purpose of queering all the work of the entire corps as he could easily do. Harry, do you think that Black could possibly be serving with this outfit as the paid tool of the rival road, the W.C. & A.? Can he be the enemy's spy within our lines -sent to prevent our finishing the road on time?" "I suppose I'm thick," Harry murmured.
Doogan, who scrubbed floors in a dormitory close by. Refusals only made matters painful. Besides, I was told by a freshman friend that I'd better fit in or I'd "queer" myself. This dread of "queering" myself at first did me a world of good.
The customs were simple: Certain hours for arrival, for lunch, for leaving; women's retiring-room embarrassedly discovered to be on the right behind the big safe; water-cooler in the center of the stenographers' room. But the office prejudices, the taboos, could not be guessed. They offered you every possible chance of "queering yourself."
Costello bit the end off a cigar, viciously lit it, and puffed furiously at it till the room was clouded with smoke. Von Barwig was silent. He was waiting for Mr. Costello to tell him the worst, that he could not come again. His heart began to beat; what should he do if he lost his position? "She says your music is queering her act," said Mr.
And this life of ours, for all its thoughtlessness, was so rich in genuine friendships, so filled and bubbling over with the joy of being young, that we could not understand how any decent sort of chap could deliberately keep out of it. We put Joe Kramer down as a "grouch." But now that I too was "queering" myself, our queerness drew us together, or rather, Joe's drew mine.
"Your word to him," said the Laird, somewhat pettishly; "but wha is he, Jeanie? wha is he? I haena heard his name yet Come now, Jeanie, ye are but queering us I am no trowing that there is sic a ane in the warld ye are but making fashion What is he? wha is he?" "Just Reuben Butler, that's schulemaster at Liberton," said Jeanie. "Reuben Butler!
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