Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 5, 2025
But I'll head you off agin in spite of your cussed, mean, stingy, selfish, old, shrivelled-up soul, that would like to take its ease even though the hull world was a-groanin' outside the door. A-a-h!"
For a few moments there was a sound of a saw, and when it ceased, a harsh, querulous voice commenced again: "A-a-h" it would seem that the man thus given to soliloquy often began and finished his sentences with a vindictive and prolonged guttural sound like that here indicated "Miserable hand at sawin' wood! Why don't you let some one saw it that knows how?
"Well, you'll soon be rid of me I'll be through in an hour." "Yes, and here it is the middle of the afternoon, and you haven't had your dinner yet, and for all I know, no breakfast nuther. I was precious careful to have both of mine, and find it very comfortable standin' here a-growlin' while you're workin' on an empty stomach. But it's just like me. A-a-h!
There is that cursed crusty old De Trumpet son, persisting, as usual, in his run of bad luck; because he never will give in. Trust me, my dear De Konigstein, it will end in his ruin; and then, if there be a sale of his effects, I shall, perhaps, get his snuff-box; a-a-h!" "Come, shall I throw down a couple of Napoleons on joint account.
It's the Butterfly Man, marmar!" squealed a child. "A-a-h! Talk weeth us, Meester Fleent!" For the first time a "hand" felt that he might speak out openly in Appleboro. John Flint stood there staring owlishly at all these people who ought to know very well that he hadn't anything to say: what should he have to say? He was embarrassed; he was also most horribly frightened.
"I shall not ruin my life," replied Genevieve, with a quiet firmness that brought a profound sigh of relief from her aunt. "A-a-h! My dear child! Then you at last realize what sort of a man he is." "Vievie knows he is a man which is more than can be said of some of them," thrust Dolores, with a mocking glance at Lord James. "My dear," urged Mrs. Gantry, "give no heed to that silly chit.
My husband he admires you so much, you know has often tried to explain you to me; but I have never understood. What are you going to do now? Are you going into a convent? Are you going to be A-a-h!" And, suddenly, quickly, interrupting herself, Mrs. Gordon gave a long, wondering cry. Bernard heard her spring to her feet, and the two other ladies rise from their seats.
"Oh, mercy on us Marfa Petrovna Svidrigailov. I wrote you so much about her." "A-a-h! Yes, I remember.... So she's dead! Oh, really?" he roused himself suddenly, as if waking up. "What did she die of?" "Only imagine, quite suddenly," Pulcheria Alexandrovna answered hurriedly, encouraged by his curiosity. "On the very day I was sending you that letter!
If I could let you go to the dogs without worryin' about it, I'd do it quick enough; but I've got a miserable, sneakin' old conscience that won't stand right up and make me do right, like a man; but when I want to do some thin' mean it begins a gnawin' and a gnawin' at me till I have to do what I oughter for the sate of a little peace and comfort. A-a-h!"
"A-a-h," he sighed long, almost luxuriously, and spoke with pauses for breath. "It is passing. It seems like heaven. My dear, I'm water-logged, yet the mere absence of that frightful agony makes my present state sheerest bliss." She tried to gasp a reply, but could not. "I'm all right," he assured her. "Let us float and rest up. Stretch out, yourself, and get your wind back."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking