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Skag touched his chest affectionately. A panther or some smaller cat had just made a kill among the rocks above the pool, yet Nels' hackles had not lifted in answer to the bawl of the stricken beast. "Spotted deer possibly," Skag muttered. Then he added to the Dane: "You're an all-right chap to camp with, son.
He wasn't easy in his mind that jasper wasn't. I don't go very high on that hard-luck tale he told. I know the boy he had wolfing with him last winter, and he wasn't the kind to pull out with all the stuff he could get his hands on. He was an all-right fellow, and if there's been any rusty work done down there in the breaks, this shifty-eyed mark done it. He was lying "
I'll tell you one thing, sir and don't you forget it you'll never understand the old Bible, leastways not the best bits in it, so long as you only wants to talk about 'em, same as a man allus wants to do when he's stuck inside his own skin. Now, there's that bit about the heavens, as I just give you that's a bit o' real all-right, isn't it?" "Yes," I said, "it is."
Fido may be an all-right ratter, in spite of the fact that his foot slips occasionally, and a cut now and then with a switch enough to keep him in order; but if his taste for chicken develops faster than his nose for rats, it's easier to give him to one of the neighbors than to blow him off the premises.
"We've got a bag of charcoal, you know," Roger reminded them, for Norah had secretly given that part of the equipment to Roger personally. "That's right," assented Ned, "Then run over to the car and fetch it. Norah is an all-right girl, isn't she?" "I would call her a peach, whoever she may be," added Roland as he gathered up some dry bits of wood on his way to the cabin.
"It's a seasonable statute out of the testaments," explained Burrows. "It's ordered by the Pope or somebody. And it has something to do with the Zodiac I don't know exactly, but I think it was invented by the Egyptians." "It's an all-right jubilee if the heathens did put their brand on it," said Pearson; "or else Tonia wouldn't have anything to do with it. And they pull it off at church, too.
Some, one mentioned Patsy, and Mosher spoke up: "Say, fellows, let's see that that little cuss does get into college. What do you say?" "I'll go you!" cried Fosgill. "He's an all-right kid, is Patsy, and he deserves something better than spending his life on the streets. We'll adopt him." "Sure thing," said Allen. "But we'll have our hands full. And what's to happen when we leave college?"
I had always so longed to be trained in a hospital, and then I could nurse wounded soldiers or little children. I always loved little children. But this idea must be given up, and yet it would not have mattered in a hospital if I had spelt "all-right" with one "l." I am quite sure my bandages would have been considered perfect, and that would have been more to the point.
Presently she said again: "You don't think I understand, but I do. You have stood by him. He would not have been here but for you. He is living because of you. I see that. I see that he has been very close.... You may hate me as you wish, but you cannot help taking what I give you." "You're an all-right young woman," Big Belt managed to remark. "I knew something of that."
"He ain't," replied Mr. Tooting, "he's grateful for that red ticket he carries around with him when he travels, and he's grateful to the Honourable Adam B. Hunt for favours to come. Peter Pardriff's a grateful cuss, all-right, all right." Mr. Crewe tapped his fingers on the desk thoughtfully. "The need of a reform campaign is more apparent than ever," he remarked. Mr.
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