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As light came, the thud, thud sunk away, and nothing remained but the whoo-hoo-hoo of the keyhole and the moan of the chimney. These did not leave us; for four days and nights the whoo-hoo-hoo-whoo never ceased a moment. Whoo-hoo! whoo! and this is the wind on the hill indoors.

Well, he felt a powerful sperit risin' in him, when he seen the slaughther he done, at one blow; and with that he got as consaited as the very dickens, and not a sthroke more work he'd do that day, but out he wint, and was fractious and impident to every one he met, and was squarin' up into their faces and sayin', 'Look at that fist! that's the fist that killed three score and tin at one blow Whoo!

Through the forest is a great silence, but no stillness at all. The whippoorwill swings down and up the short curve of his regular song; over and over an owl says his rapid whoo, whoo, whoo. These, with the ceaseless dash of the rapids, are the web on which the night traces her more delicate embroideries of the unexpected.

"Well, Art," said he, concealing his amazement, "did you deliver my letter?" "It went safe, your honor," replied Art. "Did you yourself give it into his hands, as I ordered you?" "Whoo! Be dodda, would your honor think Art 'ud tell a lie? Sure he read it. Aha!" "An' what did he say, Art?" "Whoo! Why, that he didn't know which of us had the least sense.

"'Let him alone, Barney, he's got enough. "'By the powdhers, it's myself that won't: didn't he kill Paddy? "'Oh! Man for man, boys an O'Hallaghan's done for whoo! for our side tol-deroll, folderoll, tow, row, row huzza! fol-deroll, fol-deroll, tow, row, row, huzza for the O'Callaghans!

"These are my children," the old woman said, with a horrible quaking laugh, as she pointed to the perches. Rows of pert ravens stood upon tip-toe along the bars looking with bright eyes upon the strangers; while here and there an owl opened his crooked beak and said Too whit, Too whoo.

"I do not recall it just now," said Rinkitink, with a wink at Inga. "Well, the bear tried to sing a lullaby to put the baby to sleep." "And then?" said the King. "The bear was highly pleased with its own voice, but the baby was nearly frightened to death." "Heh, heh, heh, heh, whoo, hoo, hoo! You are a merry rogue, Bilbil," laughed the King; "a merry rogue in spite of your gloomy features.

The punch-mixing, singing and story-telling went on and in the middle of it Tom O'Donnell came driving in. He was like a whiff of a no'the-easter out to sea. "Whoo!" he said. "Hulloh, Wesley-boy and Patsie Oddie and Tommie Ohlsen and, by my soul, Tommie Clancy again. Lord, what a night to come beating down from Boston!

He was "entitled to dine well," as he had told Denis. That was what he now purposed to do. One master-stroke had repaired his fortunes. It sufficed. Nothing overmuch. Count Caloveglia knew the story of Polycrates, the too-fortunate man. He knew what lies in wait for the presumptuous mortal whoo oversteps the boundary of what is fair and good. Nemesis! Three hundred and fifty thousand francs.

"Wretch! horrid wretch!" screamed the jay, at the mention of the kissing, in a paroxysm of jealousy. "Pecking is too good for him!" "Send the jackdaw or the crow," said Ki Ki. "No, no," said Kauc and Cloctaw together. "Try the wood-pigeon." "I go? whoo," said the pigeon. "Impossible. Kapchack told me to my face the other day that he more than half suspected me of plotting to go over to Choo Hoo.