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"Say," he inquired, addressing the clerk in charge, "say, where'd this come from?" "Why, let's see. We got that from a second-hand store up on Polk Street, I guess. It's a fairly good machine; a little tinkering with the stops and a bit of shellac, and we'll make it about's good as new. Good tone. See." And the clerk drew a long, sonorous wail from the depths of McTeague's old concertina.
He had friends in influential houses. He soon found lint enough for his wounds. The next winter the town heard that Monsieur Edmond About's wounds had been well dressed and were cured, and that he was going to write in "Figaro." The amateurs of scandal began at once to reckon upon the gratification of their tastes. They were not mistaken.
"For the lofe of heavens," said Dousterswivel, "say nothing at all neither about somebodies or nobodies!" After striking a few strokes, he tired, or affected to tire, and said to his companion, "I'm auld and failed now, and canna keep at it time about's fair play, neighbour; ye maun get in and tak the shule a bit, and shule out the loose earth, and then I'll tak turn about wi' you."
"You got another guess coming your way," said Dan, coldly, "the young lady you're talking about's not on the stage. She's working up here in Cemetery Street. I happen to be waiting for her now." Bean whistled. "Well, the drinks are on me. That girl at the Gaiety is a dead ringer to her. Same classy way of handling herself, same " Something in Dan's eyes made him stop. "I got to be going," he said.
"'Hurry, please, sir, said the maid; 'she is very impatient, and I cannot explain to her. "Thus reassured, Jaqui followed the maid." "The quick temper of Donna Paltravi reminds me of Edmond About's story of 'The Man with the Broken Ear," said the Mistress of the House.
"Well, turn about's fa'r play, they say, an' I think you're the most genuine creetur' I ever seen," responded Jim. "All we want up in the woods now is a woman, an' I'd sooner have ye thar nor any other." "Poh! what a spoon you are!" said Miss Butterworth, tossing her head. "Then there's timber enough in me fur the puttiest kind of a buckle." "But you're a blockhead a great, good blockhead.
"Well, sir," said Carthew, "and what IS your price?" The captain made bread pills. "If I were like you," he said, "when you got hold of that merchant in the Gilberts, I might surprise you. You had your chance then; seems to me it's mine now. Turn about's fair play. What kind of mercy did you have on that Gilbert merchant?" he cried, with a sudden stridency. "Not that I blame you.
God! but I couldna help laughing when I heard Jock skirting for mercy in the lads' hands. Mony a het skin ye hae gien me, neighbour, thought I, tak ye what's gaun: time about's fair play; ye'll ken now what hanging's gude for." "Come, come, this is all nonsense, Rat," said the procurator.
Say, I didn't know there was so many people in the whole world as they was of them emigrants. Preacher come along in a wagon one day broke, like most preachers is. We kep' him overnight, free, and he merried us next mornin' for nothin'. Turn about's fair play, I reckon." I scarcely heard her querulous confidences. "Where is Colonel Meriwether?" I asked her at last.
Snaith caught him and let him gently and without sound to the floor. "Poor fool!" he commented, kneeling to make a hasty examination. "Hope I haven't done for him.... It would be the first time.... Bad precedent!... So! He's all right conscious within an hour.... Too soon!" he added, standing and looking down. "Well, turn about's fair play."
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