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It's pretty ghastly. They string them up by their hind legs, and b-r-r-r-r! 'Never mind, said Elizabeth soothingly. 'Perhaps they don't mind it really. 'Well, I don't know, said James Boyd, doubtfully. 'I've watched them at it, and I'm bound to say they didn't seem any too well pleased. 'Try not to think of it. 'Very well, said James dutifully.
"My dear," says Susan, embracing Alison physically and spiritually in her large, buxom, genial way. "You have been a long time finding me," says Alison and put her off. "I suppose I know why you kindly come to me now." "B-r-r-r-r!" Mr. Hadley made the sound of one who comes into a cold draught. "The truth is, Susan has been so busy improving herself that she has had no time for her friends.
City," I grabbed a pen and made ready to copy, but by the time he had finished the address I was just putting down the number and check. "Break" I said, "G. A. from," B-r-r-r-r- how that sounder did jump.
"It's not funk," he said, "but, by Jove, this is an exciting business! Each time that I'm on the point of catching him, it takes me like that in the pit of the stomach. A dram of rum?" "No." "And if you drop behind?" "That will mean that I'm dead." "B-r-r-r-r! However, we'll see. And now, open, sesame! No danger of our being observed, I suppose?" "No.
"I got down to a little run, near by, steppin' as soft as a cat. I could just see a white stun on the side o' it. I lifted my foot to step on the stun an' jump acrost. B-r-r-r-r! The stun jumped up an' scampered through the bushes. Then I was scairt. Goshtalmighty! I lost confidence in everything. Seemed so all the bushes turned into bears. Jeerusalem, how I run!
Them thick, strong-necked kind never look their height. That boy is five feet two, if he's an inch. Them stocky ones is the build that make the strong kind. Looka him lift up that cannon-ball with just his left hand. B-r-r-r-r! Listen how it shakes the place when he lets its fall! Looka! Honest, it makes me sick! It's a wonder he don't kill himself."
Carroll said perplexedly. "B-r-r-r-r! How cold it is!" "This is rotten," Jimmy said bitterly. "And all the fellows are going to the Orpheum to-night too!" he added enviously. "It's warm here compared to the bedroom," Susan, who had been investigating, said simply. "The blankets feel wet, they're so cold!" "And too wet for a camp-fire " mused the mother. "And the stage gone!" Billy added.
You want a captain I want a ship. That's enough. B-r-r-r-r. What a disagreeable impression that empty, dark, echoing steamer had made upon him. . . .
Then Jellyband threw open the door, still stupidly and blindly hoping to avert the catastrophe, which he felt was in the air, and the same low, musical voice said, with a merry laugh and mock consternation, "B-r-r-r-r! I am as wet as a herring! DIEU! has anyone ever seen such a contemptible climate?" "Suzanne, come with me at once I wish it," said the Comtesse, peremptorily. "Oh!
Their favorite expression was: "It was terrible when your guns opened, always. They went b-r-r-r-r, like a lawn mower cutting the grass over our trenches. We could not stick a finger up when you fired without getting it cut off so!"
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