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He'll marry an American heiress." "Confound him! I'd rather see the house extinct first." "Hoity, toity! She'll be quite as good as any of you." "I can't discuss this with you, Peter," said Lancelot, gently but firmly. "If there is a word I hate more than the word heiress, it is the word American." "But why? They're both very good words and better things."
"No, no, no" says the Major "but Miss Wozenham has been here this morning to make her excuses to me, and by the Lord I can't get over what she told me." "Hoity toity, Major," I says "you don't know yet that I was afraid of you last night and didn't think half as well of you as I ought! So come out of church Major and forgive me like a dear old friend and I'll never do so any more."
I wonder you didn't hear him trampin' like a wild horse; and he clapt his door that the house shook again but Lord knows whar he is noo. Let us gang awa's up to the Vicar's, and gan him come down, and talk wi' him." "Hoity toity, man you're too easy scared," said the landlord, pale enough by this time.
Follock," put in the anxious mother; "may I ask the reason for that opinion?" "Too much Suntay, Matam Littlepage the poy wilt be sp'ilt by ter ministers. He will go away an honest lat, and come pack a rogue. He will l'arn how to bray and to cheat." "Hoity toity! my noble colonel!" exclaimed the Rev. Mr. Worden, affecting more resentment than he felt.
'Hoity toity! says Mrs Pipchin, rubbing her nose. 'There's a great fuss, I think, about it. It ain't so wonderful a case. People have had misfortunes before now, and been obliged to part with their furniture. I'm sure I have! 'My brother, pursues Mrs Chick profoundly, 'is so peculiar so strange a man. He is the most peculiar man I ever saw.
"I won't be Red Riding-Hood " said Nora. "Why not? Hoity, toity!" "It isn't pretty. And it has no pretty dress." "Why, it is beautiful," said Mrs. Sandford; "and the dress is to be made with an exquisite red cashmere cardinal of Mrs. Randolph's. You will make the best Red Riding-Hood here.
But I've lost you, my dear boy, hero of a hundred hill-fights, I know it and the moment you've picked your little bits of senses together, you'll know it, too. Alas, we shall never go tiger-hunting together. "'A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee." "I don't say I won't keep my promise," he said sulkily. "Your promise! Hoity toity! Upon my word!
She could see Elnora holding him, and hear his excited wail. Wesley's face was drawn and haggard, and Margaret's set and defiant. A very imp of perversity entered the breast of Mrs. Comstock. "Hoity, toity!" she said as she suddenly appeared in the door. "Blest if I ever heard a man making sounds like that before!" Billy ceased suddenly. Mrs.
She had her voice under perfect control, but her averted face and the very lines of her figure enlightened the shrewd old mother. 'Hast told him so? she asked. 'I have told him, Bertha answered, 'never to speak to me again. 'Hoity, toity, deary me! cried the old woman. 'And what says he to that? 'He didn't greatly seem to care, said Bertha, with a beautifully assumed air of indifference.
"Hoity toity!" sputtered the amazed farmer, confronting the angry girl in the middy blouse with the blazing cheeks and tangled dark braids. Bob tried to pull himself free, but was brought up short by a quick twist. "I'm not through with you," Peabody informed him grimly. He glanced quickly toward the barn and observed the men watching him covertly.
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