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He bowed low to the Baron and the Head-nurse, and left the tower. "The idea of his talking as he did," said the Baron. But the nurse was pinning her shawl, and she hurried out of the tower and overtook the Pop-corn man. "How are you going to manage it?" whispered she, touching his sleeve. The Pop-corn man started. "Oh, it's you?" he said. "Well, you wait a little, and you will see.
"I hope you are not hurt," said Mr. Morton, finding a difficulty in preserving his gravity. "I dunno," said the old lady dubiously, pulling up her sleeve, and examining her arm. "I don't see nothin'; but I expect I've had some injury to my inards. I feel as ef I'd had a shock somewhere. Do you think he'll fire again?" she asked, with a sudden alarm.
Yes, sir, a thousand pounds, by God! promised to pay me in three weeks; and when I was coming back, and asked for my money, he laughed at me, and ordered his servant not to let me in. And now he has sent out his three daughters to me pawned them off upon me, laughing I suppose in his sleeve, as he did when he cheated me before.
"But am I going to?" she asked, still stooping. "That is for you to say," returned Wunsch coldly. "You would better marry some JACOB here and keep the house for him, may-be? That is as one desires." Thea flashed up at him a clear, laughing look. "No, I don't want to do that. You know," she brushed his coat sleeve quickly with her yellow head. "Only how can I learn anything here?
To marry is to commit two souls to the prison of one body; to put two pigs into one poke; two legs into one boot, two arms into one sleeve, two heads into one hat, two necks into one noose, two corpses into one coffin, and this into a wet grave, for marriage is a perennial spring of tears. Marry! Why should I bind myself with a vow that I must break, not being by nature continent and loving?
Then True said: 'We'll never get there, Bobby. 'P'raps we shall pass some other white gates nearer home, he suggested. 'Why do you want them? asked their father. Bobby laid his hand on his coat sleeve impressively. 'They're so like the gates into heaven, father. Mr. Allonby looked startled. 'Have you been there, sonny? 'No; but I've seen them in a picsher. 'Well?
For Karl, who knows his Klopstock as well as his Plutarch, love is a transcendental dream foretelling a spiritual union in a world without end; for Franz it is carnal appetite. Karl wears his heart upon his sleeve; Franz is wily and hypocritical. The one is handsome and chivalrous, the other ill-favored and cruel.
"The Saunders man has got somethin' up his sleeve. He didn't turn his pony into the corral, did he?" "No." "All right. Now, about them papers and your part of this here claim ..." For an hour they talked about the claim, Winthrop, Collie's prospects, and their favorite topic, the Rose Girl. They were speaking of her when she appeared at the bunk-house door. "Good-morning, Mr. Summers. Mrs.
"Sometimes I think you'd better have had Miss Patch. I hope she 'ain't got your sleeves too tight at the elbows." "They seem to fit very nicely, grandma." "Sleeves are very particular things; a sleeve wrong can spoil a whole dress." Suddenly the old woman turned on Ellen with a look of extremest facetiousness and intelligence, and the girl winced, for she knew what was coming.
As it was, the descending weapon missed me by a hair-breadth, shearing a large hole in the sleeve of my shirt but not touching the skin.
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