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Come and join the navy and see the world! "Well, he looks around, and, although I guess he didn't much wanta leave them girls, he decides that he'll come and see what the big game is. So he salutes the corpse and steps in beside me and whispers, 'Say, chief, what's the idea? "'Whadd 'ya think, you poor cheese? I sez. 'D'ya think it's a weddin'? Get in step. We're goin' to bury a French poiloo.
"Ay, neebors," resumed the bailiff, "we can laugh now, you an' me, but theer's many on ya could tell o' your own mishappenin's if ya had a mind to 't. As fur me, I bided my time. One day I cotched the leader o' them boys nigh corn market, an' I laid him across the badgerin' stone and walloped him nineteen twenty hee! hee! D'ya mind that, General?"
Now, behold them!" With a quick, dramatic gesture, well-calculated to strike at the roots of the superstitious Arab's nature, he flung away the blanket. To Rrisa's horrified gaze appeared the Myzab and the sacred Black Stone. "Ya Allah!" gulped the orderly, in a choking whisper. His face became a dull gray. His eyes, rimmed with white, stared in terror.
He jerked his head and thumb toward the elevator. “Come on, I'll give ya a lift up!” and when we reached our floor, though it was the men's side, “Third Avenue stop!” he called out cheerily, and grinned at the world. He had been there for years. The boss on our floor had been there for years—forty-three, to be exact. Miss Hibber would not tell how many years she had worked there, nor would Tillie.
There were three, and only one of them carried a rider. He waited tensely for the rest of the band to appear. The camels arrived and Rick whispered urgently, "The rest must be behind. Jump him and we'll grab the camels and make a run for it." Hassan tensed. "Yes. Be ready." The camel rider came close, and lifted a hand in greeting. "Assalamo alaikum. Fil khedma, ya sidi.
A goat-herd had entered the cave, and I half fancy he had shaken me, for he looked scared and said, "Pardon, Ya Sitti; I thought you were dead." The bells of the Sepulchre were giving out their deep-tongued notes and re-echoing over the hills. I looked at my watch; it was the Ave Maria sunset.
Is it or is it not a misdemeanor for anyone to meddle with our Highroads in the manner that has just been described? By his own confession this young man is disqualified for a witness! By his own confession he is a law breaker and a liar!" "Aw Gee!" broke forth Billy furiously, "Didn't I tell ya I come here to tell the truth n' get it off'n my chest?"
"What's the matter, Budge?" I shouted, dressing myself as rapidly as possible. "Ow oo ya ng um boc gaa," was the somewhat complicated response. "What did you say, Budge?" "Didn't say noffin'." "Oh that's what I thought." "DIDN'T thought." "Budge, Budge, be good." "Don't WANT to be good YA A A." "Let's have some fun, Budge don't you want to frolic?" "No; I don't think frolic is nice."
"You're headin' for the Diamond Dot, ain't ya?" sez he. "This is a corner o' the Diamond Dot range," sez I, lollin' back an' puffin' slow an' comfortable at my pipe. "The pony corral stands at the mouth of a little canon, don't it?" "Yes," sez I. "An' the cook house is to the right of it?" "Yes," sez I. "An' the ranch house is kind o' sprawly with "
"'Tis my belief squire do know everything an' everybody. Diggle he med not know, to be sure, but if so be ya say 'tis a lean man, wi' sharp nose, an' black eyes like live coals, an' a smilin' mouth why, squire knows them sort, he done, and wouldna trust him not a ell. But maybe ya'd better go on, sir: my old shanks be slow fur one so young an' nimble." "No hurry, Dickon.
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