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The senators therefore S, S-S, S are coming from the upper end of their seats H, H-H, H to the side urns L, L. The senators T T-T are drawing. The senator V has drawn a gold ball at his side urn, and is going to the middle urn F, where the senator W, having done the like at the other side urn, is already drawing.
The rhythm is always simple and strongly accented, it is true; but the ear-filling sonority, the variety of female rhymes, and the simple directness of expression cannot be echoed by our muffling consonants, our endings in ing and ed, and a-s, the-s, and of the-s. For example, the stanza, in which, to speak of nothing else, there are thirteen s-s to five in the original.
"'It's the w-way to b-b-be h-happy, F-F-Frederick, and s-s- successful, and R-RICH. D-D-Did you ever hear of Abraham P. F-F- F-Fillmore, F-F-Frederick?" There was an interval not a very pleasant one while we waited for Mr. Snider to try another shot at us. "Here's the wind!" said Spike, suddenly; "climb aboard!"
Such joints, therefore, must often have resulted from one of the last changes superinduced upon sedimentary deposits. S-S are the lines of stratification; D, D are lines of slaty cleavage, which intersect the rock at a considerable angle to the planes of stratification. In the Swiss and Savoy Alps, as Mr.
"Ef you know which side of your bread the butter's on, you'll side with me," he said. "We don't often have butter on our bread, an' I ain't goin' ter side with nobody," grumbled Toby Vanderwiller. "S-s!" hissed Raffer. "Come here!" Toby stepped closer to the rattletrap carriage. "You see your way to goin' inter court an' talkin' right, and you won't lose nothin' by it, Tobe." "Huh?
Their chirography is alike, it is true, but it is not the same. Such likeness is often to be seen. The capital letters are formed on different models; and the variation in the f-s, s-s, d-s, and y-s is very noticeable. We now turn to another, and, to say the least, not inferior department of the evidence in this complicated case. Mr.
You kin learn him more tricks in a week than he'd learn with his owner in a lifetime. Say, boy, what's your name?" "S s-s," the negro began to say, but he caught the Deacon's eye upon him, and responded promptly, "Abr'm Lincoln." "I believe the nigger kin be taught," thought the Deacon. "Probably this's some more o' Providence's workin's.
Adders Snakes s-s s-s-s!" There was a kicking, struggling mass of blue backs and yellow legs before him, from out of which came "Yah! Down with the Eagles! Cowards! Kites! Cockneys!" There were plenty of boys, men, women with children in their arms hallooing on, "Well done, Eagle!" "Go it, Dragon!" The word Dragon filled the quiet Ambrose with hot impulse to defend his brother.
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