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And are you so much above the world that you can afford to pay it. Am I? He. My Divinity what else? She. A very ordinary woman, I'm afraid, but so far, respectable. How d'you do, Mrs. Middle-ditch? Your husband? I think he's riding down to Annandale with Colonel Statters. Yes, isn't it divine after the rain? Guy, how long am I to be allowed to bow to Mrs. Middleditch? Till the 17th? He.
"Wall, you're hankerin' for somethin', that's a fac'! You jest shet up with them ghost stories! The Cunnel don't want nothin' like that, scarin' the wimmin-folks! I wa'n't sheriff nine year ago, no-how," he thoughtfully fingered his chin, "an' I reckon if the statters of limintation was looked up we'd find they'd done run out on that old fracas."
Sez I, "It would be the town's talk and ort to be you can call it high art, Miss Meechim, if you want to, but I shall always call it low art." Miss Meechim murmured sunthin' about its bein' genteel, and Josiah looked round and didn't pay the attention to my earnest words that he ort to. I believe they did for a spell shet up them statters of Venus, but they had let 'em out agin when we wuz there.
I never could git up onto it at all if I should go into it without gittin' up on a chair and then on a table. No woman no matter how strong she wuz could git more than two meals a day under the circumstances." Josiah looked worried and sez, "Well, mebby there has been too much said about it, mebby it would be jest as well to leave pedestals to statters." And I sez, "It is as well agin.
But I wuz alludin' to his appetite, I have hearn that he had a splendid and immense appetite." Josiah acted huffy, and I drawed his attention off onto the corners of base relief and the white statters ornamentin' the ruff. To our great sorrow, we found that Emperor William wuzn't to home.
And Laury, even she isn't contented; she wants to be some sort of artist, make statters or picters, or be a milliner, at least. So you see I haven't a minute's peace of my life with 'em." Of course Chip saw it, and the more's the pity. "All the better, Madam," said he. "Young America must go ahead. There's nothing to be had without venturing.
George and the Dragoon," wrote the gay and festive showman, at the conclusion of an epistle penned under the very shadow of "moral wax statters" to the Prince of Wales. And there was no evil in such a benevolent expression of feeling.
"I don't remember Tyse," he said at length, reaching for one of Zack's store cigars. "When was that?" "Three years before," Dale answered. "Three yeahs befoh Tusk?" "No, three years before Bill." "Wall, I'll be heah, Zack, give me another snifter!" Jess nervously drank it, handed back the glass and looked at Dale. "In my jedgment, the statters of limintation is clean busted on that case, too.
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