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"'Foh Gawd's sake, mistah, doan shoot! he yells. 'Dat white mahn's been tellin' a passel ob lies about me until ah's sartain suah somefing gwine fer to git me. Ah can eat an' talk like any one, an' mos' ebery one knows me about yeah wen ah ain't got dese yeah contraptions on. "'Shut up, you blame fool! says Merritt. 'He won't shoot you.
I can locate the trouble all right, if I don't have to hang on to my skelp with both hands. You got a gun?" "Yeah. Back in Tucson I have," Johnny suppressed a grin. Bland's ignorance, his childlike helplessness away from a town tickled him. "But that's all right, Bland. We'll make 'em think we're gods or something.
"Probably cooks, too," George said. "Yeah." "Jesus, Olive Oil." "She's coming through this weekend. She and Paul, her husband. They go to Quebec every year." "Good eating in Quebec." "You bet," Oliver said. "She likes to dress up. They have a good time." "Wow," George said. "I don't think my mom has bought a dress in twenty years. Says she's too old for that foolishness."
If that sort of thing goes on, he becomes disobedient because he doesn't believe that the man is his father. "I'm afraid I'm putting it a little crudely, but you get the idea." "Yeah," said Mike. For all he knew, there might be some merit in the girl's idea; he knew that philosophers had talked of the "basic goodness of mankind" for centuries. But he had a hunch that Leda was going about it wrong.
"Where is it?" said the imperturbable Nell; "why, manim a yeah, man, sure you don't think that I know where it is? I suspect that your landlord's daughter, his real sweetheart, knows something about it; but thin, you see, I can prove nothing; I only suspect. We must watch an' wait. You know she wouldn't prosecute him." "We will watch an' wait but I'll finish him.
But Marie caught the name, for she straightened with a start and stared at Bull. "Yeah," continued Bull, "you remember it, huh? I guess you do. That was where Pap slapped yore chops and throwed you down the stairs. Like to broke yore neck that time. I wish you had." "'Pap," she repeated. "'Pap, and that town. What made you think of them two names together?"
What more new meanness you got on your mind? Me, I come down here in good faith to help fix a plane that's to take me back home and I work like a dog " "Yeah I know that song by heart, Bland. You in your faith and your innocence, how you were basely betrayed. I can sing it backward. Lay off it now for a few minutes. I want to talk to yuh."
Like three happy puppies the cadets swarmed over their skipper, pounding him on the back, grabbing his hands, and mauling him until he had to cry out for peace. "Take it easy," he cried. "Relax, will you! You'll tear me apart!" "You're the happiest sight I've seen in weeks, sir!" shouted Tom. "Yeah," drawled Roger, grinning from ear to ear.
No wonder he was caught in a desert blizzard where no one had ever said there was a desert! "Lord God," he cried out, "he'p this yeah po'r sinner! He'p! He'p!" Jock, alias "Slip," Drones, was discovering how small the world really is. Like many another man, he had figured that no one would know him, no one could possibly find him, down the Mississippi River, more than a thousand miles from home.
How good is this? she asked herself. Very good. As she and Patrick passed through town, a voice had come out of a doorway. "Patrick, old buddy." "Hey, Billy," Patrick said, stopping. "You got a buck for some cigarettes?" "Yeah, man." Patrick reached into his pocket. "They aren't doing you any good, Billy." "There's worse." "I guess . . . This is Willow." Billy looked her up and down.
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