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Can it be the grub that makes its own way into the storeroom, that same grub which we have seen draining the Chalicodoma with its leech-like kisses? Let us call the creature to mind: a little oily sausage, which stretches and curls up just where it lies, without being able to shift its position. Its body is a smooth cylinder; its mouth simply a circular lip.
He dropped his voice so low that Curdie could hear only a growl. The growl went on in the low bass for a good while, as inarticulate as if the goblin's tongue had been a sausage; and it was not until his wife spoke again that it rose to its former pitch. 'But what shall we do when you are at the palace? she asked.
I dined yesterday on what they threw out to the dogs in the meat-market." "And where will you dine to-day?" "Ah, I shall dine better to-day. I shall get a meal in the Windberg-gasse." "What! at my aunt's house?" "Yes; at your aunt's house. They live well there, even in the kitchen. Lotta will have for me some hot soup, a mess of cabbage, and a sausage.
There were barrels of apples, bologna sausages, cheeses, canned oysters and sardines, and lots of other truck. I was filling my haversack with bologna when Col. Fry rode up to me and said: "My son, will you please give me a link of that sausage?"
"Wait! I must first tell the priest that your honour is up." "And there's another thing you must tell him a sausage should be long, a sermon short."
Gossett was not insensible to the arguments which had been put forward. He brushed a slice of orange from the back of his neck, and mused awhile. "How do I know this fellow would screen well?" he said, at length. "Screen well!" cried Archie. "Of course he'll screen well. Look at his face. I ask you! The map! I call your attention to it." He turned apologetically to the Sausage Chappie.
I ate the sausage moodily and was about to throw the paper away when my eye caught sight of an advertisement in the torn left-hand corner. I read it, and my mind was made up. By the time Mr.
"The jailer took possession of me now. He said something about soup from a sausage skewer, but I could not trust him. He took me in his hand certainly, but it was to place me in a cage like a tread-mill. Oh how dreadful it was! I had to run round and round without getting any farther in advance, and only to make everybody laugh. The jailer's grand-daughter was a charming little thing.
Into the garbage pail popped the bread and sausage and back to the shack trotted the nurse for more. That night the camp buzzed like a swarm of angry bees, with threats of what the pickers would do to "them fresh nurses." Grandpa, resting on his doorsill, said, "You just keep cool. They got the law on their side; we couldn't do a thing.
In addition to the fish-soup, they had wine-soup, water-soup, ale-soup; and the flawn is reinforced by the froise. Instead of one Latin equivalent for a pudding, it is of moment to record that there are now three: nor should we overlook the rasher and the sausage.
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