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"If you've brawk me somewheers 't is no matter, for you 'm marked all right, an' them squinting eyes of yourn'll be blacker 'n sloes come marnin'." This obvious truth infuriated Bonus. He did not attempt to depart, but, catching sight of his gun, made a tremendous effort to reach it. The other saw this aim and exerted his strength in an opposite direction.
I can bear my torments, Simon Girty, for they're arthly, and will soon be over; but yourn who'll say what yourn'll be, when you come to answer afore Almighty God for this and other crimes! But that arn't for the like o' me to speak of now. I'm a dying man, and trust soon to be in a better world.
You're the little boy that invented flyin' got the idea from yore own head, by thunder, when it swelled up like a balloon with self-conceit! That there gas-head of yourn'll take yuh right up amongst the clouds some day, and you won't need no flyin' machine, neither! Skyrider is right!" Accidentally Johnny had touched Bud's self-esteem in a tender spot.
Sidney, beneath a sumptuous patch-work quilt, was smoking. 'Nah! I'm only thankin' God I ain't my own landlord. Take that cheer. What's she done? 'It hasn't gone down enough for me to make sure. 'Them floodgates o' yourn'll be middlin' far down the brook by now; an' your rose-garden have gone after 'em. I saved my chickens, though.
Good friendly faces good friendly faces. Git up on one another's backs and let me touch 'em. That's it. Shake hands yourn'll come through the bars, but mine's too big. Little hands, and weak but they've helped Muff Potter a power, and they'd help him more if they could." Tom went home miserable, and his dreams that night were full of horrors.
'Simon, says he, as I lifted of 'im in my arms, 'Simon, says 'e, quiet like, 'I be done for at last, lad this poor old feyther o' yourn'll never go a-climbin' up these stairs no more, says 'e 'never no more." After this Simon fell silent, and I likewise, until we reached the village. Before "The Bull" was a group who talked with hushed voices and grave faces; even Old Amos grinned no more.
We ain't got long to wait here. They'll be on our trail before daylight in the mornin'." "Oh, I guess that cayuse of yourn'll carry double for a while," answered the sanguine Bob. "We'll annex the first animal we come across. By jingoes, we made a haul, didn't we? Accordin' to the marks on this money there's $30,000 $15,000 apiece!"
Good friendly faces good friendly faces. Git up on one another's backs and let me touch 'em. That's it. Shake hands yourn'll come through the bars, but mine's too big. Little hands, and weak but they've helped Muff Potter a power, and they'd help him more if they could." Tom went home miserable, and his dreams that night were full of horrors.
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