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When Homer had no paunch, he went blind." "Halt! 'Sdeath! is't I, that once could put the whole Brazilian court to bed, who prowls these grounds for midnight water now? I am the Chevalier Webb. Who says it is dyspepsia? I will spit him upon my walking-staff." "Ees! 'tis good drinkin' at the fount when one can naught sleep. Johnson, of Congress Spring, the resident cherub; that's my name.
'Sdeath, Morton, is your old uncle, who loves all living things, down to poor Ponto the dog, the sort of man whose example corrupts youth? As for thy mother, she grows more solitary every day; and I don't know how it is, but I am not so fond of strange faces as I used to be. 'Tis a new thing for me to be avoided and alone.
I took him at a glance; and I presented to the admiring inmates of the house a greater coxcomb than the Count Devereux in the ethereal person of Jean Desmarais. "I AM thinking, Morton," said my uncle, "that if you are to go to town, you should go in a style suitable to your rank. What say you to flying along the road in my green and gold chariot? 'Sdeath! I'll make you a present of it.
"There, now; you young chaps are so censorious; why, 'sdeath, sir, you don't think the worse of her virtue because of her wit?" "Humph!" "Ah, boy! when you are my age, you'll know that your demure cats are not the best; and that reminds me of a little story; shall I tell it you, child?" "If it so please you, Sir." "Zauns where's my snuff-box? oh, here it is.
'Sdeath, sir, do you question my understanding? Mr Escot. I only question, sir, where I expect a reply; which, from things that have no existence, I am not visionary enough to anticipate. Mr Panscope.
"There /are/ sounds in my ear; my senses grow dim," said my uncle, unheeding her: "would that I might live another day; I should not like to die without seeing him. 'Sdeath, Madam, I do hear something behind! Sobs, as I live! Who sobs for the old knight?" and my uncle turned round, and saw me. "My dear dear uncle!" I said, and could say no more.
He returned no answer and gaped about him full of consternation and passion. "And are we to wait for our deliverance till this continent breaks up?" he bawled. "The day of judgment will be a thing of the past by that time. Travelling north! 'sdeath!" he roared, his mouth full of the expletives of his day, French and English.
He took your case of his own accord. But he says we have no foothold as yet." When I asked if there was a will the captain rapped out an oath. "'Sdeath! yes," he cried, "a will in favour of Grafton and his heirs, witnessed by Dr. Drake, they say, and another scoundrel. Your name does not occur throughout the length and breadth of it. You were dead. But you will have to ask Mr.
When you invade the chiropodical secret of the real hero's fine boot, or brush him in passing if you have looked once too often at a certain lady, or have stood between him and the sun, or even twiddled your thumbs at him in an indecorous or careless manner look to it that you be prepared to draw and mayhap to be spitted upon his sword's point, with honor. Sdeath!
"'Sdeath, Madam, you inherit your mother's wit as well as beauty," cried my uncle, with an impassioned air. "And his Countship," said I, "will accept your invitation without asking his uncle's leave." "Come, that is bold for a gentleman of let me see, thirteen are you not?"
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