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It is nothin' but dumb foolishness a movin' round stoves, and if anybody don't believe it let 'em look at me and let 'em look at that stove set right here in the door as firm as a rock." Sez I agin in a whisper, "Do be still, and I'll let 'em in, I don't want them to ketch you a talkin' so and a-actin'." "Wall, I want 'em to ketch me, that is jest what I want 'em to do.
The Windsor chair he sat in was unstable which presently afforded material for humour. "Steady, old nag," he said; "whoa, my friskiacious palfry!" "The things he says! You never know what he won't say next!" "You ain't talkin' of goin'!" cried Mrs. Larkins. "Supper at eight." "Stay to supper with us, now you 'ave come over," said Mrs. Larkins, with corroborating cries from Minnie.
"Nothing, don't I tell ye she's been swipin' a department store, and they got her dead to rights." "Who's been swipin'? What are ye talkin' about, Mike? Stop it now I've got a lot to do, and " "The woman ye put to bed that night. The one ye picked up near St. Barnabas, and brought in here and dried her off. She skipped in the mornin' without sayin' 'thank ye' why, ye must remember her! She was "
"Them cheap skates," Billy sneered to Saxon, "with a couple of gallons of gasoline an' the price of a machine a-thinkin' they own the roads your folks an' my folks made." "Talkin' all night about it?" came the chauffeur's voice from around the bend. "Get a move on. You can pass." "Get off your foot," Billy retorted contemptuously.
"Couldn't help laffin' though," said the black-mustached one, "talkin' uv aviators reminded me of that story of the feller who went ter see I lier doctor and git some medicine. Ther doc he says, 'I want you to take three drops in water very day. Ther young chap fainted. When he recovered they asked him what the matter was. He says, 'I'm an aviator.
D'ye see, sir? It's clear in favour of talkin'." Mr. Pericles administered consolation to his moustache by twisting it into long waxy points. "I do not know; I do not know," he put her away with, from time to time. In the end Mrs. Chump leaned over to Arabella. "Don't have 'm, my dear," she murmured. "You mean ?" quoth Arabella. "Here's the driest stick that aver stood without sap."
"One sees straight through the hair with him. Think! he'll think what any man'd think you a-suckin spite o' all your sorrow, my sweet, and my Berry talkin' of his Roman matrons! here's a English wife'll match 'em all! that's what he thinks. And now that leetle dark under yer eye'll clear, my darlin', now he've come." Mrs.
I bet he's your man; and the harder you pinch Mortimer to make him squeal, the better you'll please me." "Arthur Miles," demanded Tilda in a harsh whisper, "what're yer doin' 'ere?" "Listening," answered the boy simply. "I 'opes yer likes it! . . . We're in a tight corner, Arthur Miles, an' nothing for it but bolt while they're talkin'."
"'Kin I trus' yer, Julius? Will yer cross yo' heart? "I cross' my heart. 'Wush I may die ef I tells a soul, says I. "Dave look' at me des lack he wuz lookin' thoo me en 'way on de yuther side er me, en sezee: "'Did yer knowed I wuz turnin' ter a ham, Julius? "I tried ter 'suade Dave dat dat wuz all foolishness, en dat he oughtn't ter be talkin' dat-a-way, hit wa'n't right.
I don't know which room she slept in, but she lived alone; and at any rate, one morning, the servants going down early to their work, found her sitting on the passage-stairs, shivering and talkin' to herself, quite mad; and never a word more could any of them or her friends get from her ever afterwards but, 'Don't ask me to go, for I promised to wait for him. They never made out from her who it was she meant by him, but of course those that knew all about the ould house were at no loss for the meaning of all that happened to her.
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