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When a man of fortune had nearly done with time, he began to peep into eternity through the windows of an abbey; or, if a villian had committed a piece of butchery, or had cheated the world for sixty years, there was no doubt but he could burrow his way to glory through the foundations of an abbey.
M'Cabe." "And I'm bound to say, that such a thickheaded villian in religious matters as Bob Beatty I never met. God knows I had a sore handful of him. So, now remember my caution, and good bye to you; I think you'll know me again when you meet me."
If she had shown the faintest sign of anger, displeasure or even disgust, I could forgive her, but she acted just as if she were tolerating me rather than to lower herself to the point of seriously considering a word I uttered. I know the prince is a villian. I believe every word Phil says about him." She took Lord Bob's hands in hers, and her deep, earnest eyes burnt conviction into his brain.
"'Devil a fear, says my father, 'av it doesn't go off of itself. "'What do you mean by that, you villian? says the general, scarcely able to speak with fright, for every turn he gave on his horse, my father followed with the gun, what do you mean? "'Sure, ain't I presenting? says my father. 'Blood an ages! do you want me to fire next?
The man glanced casually at Josie but she was nothing more than a pedestrian crossing the alley to him, and a stupid-looking pedestrian at that, who did not cross the alley even when she had a chance. Josie stood for a moment after the car had passed the crossing. "Could that be Chester Hunt?" she mused. "If so, he is not my idea of a villian in appearance.
I whore, drink, game, swear, lye, cheat, rob, pimp, hector, all, all I do that's vitious. Sir Tim. Bless me! Bel. From such a Villian, hah! Sir Tim. No, but that thou should'st hide it all this while. Bel. Till I was married only, and now I can dissemble it no longer come let's to a Baudy-House. Sir Tim. A Baudy-house! What, already! This is the very quintessence of Leudness.
His eyes were full of hate. "You don't like her," I said. "Why?" "Why? Why?" he screamed. "Because her father was an accursed villian. He was always kissing the dirty hands of the priests. He used to give his workmen opium to make them work faster, and then he would go to church. He made his money, yes. He was damn hypocrite. And now his daughter, with all that rotten money, is a leper.
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