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'Tis a strange experience for me not to have my will, and I feel disgraced in a manner of speaking; but, if I've lost her, I've gained you, seemingly. And I shan't squeak about it, nor yet go courting no more; and I'll venture to bet, dear Jane, you won't neither." "Never never," she swore to him. "I hate every man on earth but you, dad."
A little squeak sprung from the nutter in the masterly woman's heart. "You sigh, Mrs. Major?" "Oh, Mr. Marrapit, I can't bear to see you lying there. The" she paused against an effort, then took the aspirate in a masterly rush "the house is not the same without you." "Your sympathy is very consoling to me, Mrs. Major." "Oh, Mr. Marrapit!"
But you don't know what it was like, facing that woman and dreading the worse fate of being turned out into this awful London again. Another wretched little squeak slipped out of me, and she went on. "'My boy, said she, 'has implored me to overlook this matter. 'If I acted rightly as a mother, what would I do? "I didn't tell her, Georgie.
The grotesque figure, with its outstretched arms and hat set at a rakish angle, looked familiar for some incomprehensible reason. As Oliver clung to the wall, squinted through the leaves, and wondered why that should be, the mystery was suddenly solved. The door of the house opened with a squeak of rusty hinges and somebody came out on the step. It was Anthony Crawford.
Both are very fond of mice, and respond quickly to the squeak, which can be imitated perfectly by drawing the breath in sharply between closed lips. The next thing, after that is learned, is to find a spot in which to try the effect.
Up comes the girl, and a strapping wench she was, covered with silver and turquoises but white as death, and looking back every minute at the priests. "'She'll do, said Dan, looking her over. 'What's to be afraid of, lass? Come and kiss me. He puts his arm round her. She shuts her eyes, gives a bit of a squeak, and down goes her face in the side of Dan's flaming red beard.
Solomon Owl thundered. "If I'm not mistaken I heard a squeak. But no Meadow Mouse will ever venture out of doors if you're going to whistle." "I forgot," said Simon Screecher once more. "I'm so used to whistling that I don't know when I'm doing it." "That's the reason why you can't catch more Mice," Solomon Owl snapped; for he was angry. "There are dozens of Meadow Mice under the snow.
Just then a light low squeak of a whimper was heard in the thickest part of the gorse, and Frostyface cheered the hound to the echo. 'Hoick to, Pillager! H o o ick! screamed he, in a long-drawn note, that thrilled through every frame, and set the horses a-capering.
So much so, that Dick had got into a habit of saying a word or two now and then to it in a grave tone, as if he were conversing with a friend. "Ay, it's a fine country, isn't it?" he said, patting the neck again. The ears were pointed backwards at once, and a little neigh or squeak, with a toss of the head, was the reply. "Pity ye can't speak, an't it?" continued Dick in a low, quiet tone.
The unpleasant squeak of the flying-frog occasionally grates upon the senses, a creature so called on account of its remarkable ability of springing from one tree to another. It is of a rich, light green color, and very poisonous.
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