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Then bym bye Barker he wanted him t'go security fer fifteen hunderd bilers thet he was hevin' made. I to! David he hedn't better go in no deeper but Barker, he promised big things an' seemed if be sech a nice man 'at fin'ly David he up 'n done it. Wall he's hed 'em t' pay fer an' the fact is it costs s'much if sell 'em it eats up all the profits. 'Looks like a swindle, I said indignantly.
"I thangyou," he mumbled thickly. "Ver' good take s'much trouble. Think I will lie down now." He looked wistfully at the bed, but I wheeled him about and marched him once more down the room. He submitted unresistingly, but as we again approached the bed he reopened the matter. "S'quite s'fficient, thang you. Gebback to bed now.
It goes at the rate of over sixty miles an hour, an' ain't just quite the train for people as is narvish though my 'usband do say it ain't more dangerous than other trains not s'much so, indeed, wich I believe myself, for there ain't nothink 'appened to my John all the eight years he have drove it." "Is sixty miles an hour very much faster than the rate of ordinary trains?" asked Emma.
She seated herself opposite Claire, drawing her chair quite close. "Pity you an' him is so on the outs. I'm not speakin' o' him, s'much, but anybody with half an eye can see you got a reg'lar hate on'm. Any one can see that!" A moment of silence, and then Claire flung herself, sobbing and quivering, across Martha's lap, ready to receive her. "O, Martha!" she choked.
I know I'm turnin' down something that's better than anything I got here, but this here party's on the Lorrigans. No, mom, I got orders not to take in s'much as a sour pickle from nobody. You jest put it back in the rig, whatever you got there, and consider't you got some Sat'day bakin' did up ahead. "Yes, mom, it's Lance's party.
Zese citoyens goin' to wickwest Jean Poquelin to give to the Ursuline' two hondred fifty dolla'" "Hé quoi!" cried a listener, "Cinq cent piastres, oui!" "Oui!" said Bienvenu, "and if he wiffuse we make him some lit' musique; ta-ra ta!" He hoisted a merry hand and foot, then frowning, added: "Old Poquelin got no bizniz dhink s'much w'isky."
Richest in the state. Maybe richest in the whole United States, I dunno. And all the farms are big. Great big farms and great big teams to till 'em. People don't use mules here s'much as they do over on the Eastern Shore. And there's not any sand, like there is over there in spots, that is." "What's that man doing?" asked Annie alertly.
Jim went from weariness to restiveness, to amazement, to wrath, to panic, to catalepsy, before Kedzie realized that he was being suffocated by these reminiscences. Then she intervened. Mrs. Thropp's final cadence was a ghastly thought: "Well, now, I've told you s'much about all our folks, you must tell me all about yours." "The Lord forbid!" said Jim. Mrs.
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