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Fleet knew he was a gentleman before he came to the store." "Father, if I should have the smallpox and live, would my beaut would I become a fright?" "Not necessarily. Let us hope for the best. Make the most of the world, and never endure evils till they come, are my maxims. Half of suffering is anticipation of possible or probable evil."
In Swinburne this trick was delightful because it wasn't a trick, but a need of his heart. Well do I remember his ecstasy of emphasis and immensity of pause when he described how he had seen in a perambulator on the Heath to-day 'the most BEAUT iful babbie ever beheld by mortal eyes. For babies, as some of his later volumes testify, he had a sort of idolatry.
He laughed, at first ruefully, then merrily for had not everything turned out in the most satisfactory way in the world? "Smith's a beaut," he said, shaking his head reminiscently. "I don't believe anything ever got away from him since he was big enough to sit in front of a desk. When I told him that you fellows had gone back to New York, he never batted an eye.
"Another move like that an' I'll let the atmosphere into yer." Then with a Sudden return to his grim pastime, as the other remained quiet, "Say, red pine makes powerful fine kindlin'. I reckon they'll see that light at the settlement. You don't seem pleased, man. Ain't it a beaut. Look, they've started it the other side. Now the smoke stack's caught. Burn, burn, you beauty.
Gone back on your grub, eh?" It was his clerk, Samuel Sprink, whose sharp little eyes had not failed to note the gloomy glances of his employer. "Pretty gay girl, our Irma has come to be," continued the cheerful Samuel, who prided himself on his fine selection of colloquial English. "She's a beaut now, ain't she? A regular bird!" Rosenblatt started.
Well, she is a beaut, from Butte, Mont., or Cuba, or somewhere, for she acts like a queen that has just stepped off her throne for a good time. She has got a French maid that is a peacharino. You know that horse chestnut, with the prickers on, that I put in dad's pants at Washington.
Stringer had broken his slump with the longest drive ever made on the grounds. The crowd cheered as he trotted around the bases behind Ashwell. Two runs. "Con, how'd you like that drive?" he asked me, with a bright gleam in his eyes. "O-h-! a beaut!" I replied, incoherently. The players on the bench were all as glad as I was. Henley flew out to left. Mullaney smashed a two-bagger to right.
Having started to work Beaut stayed on, thinking it but a way station to the position he would one day achieve in the city. In the stable worked two young boys, sons of coal miners.
Open now. Like that? Here's one. Oh, a beaut! Here's two fat ones? Great? Hey? Here y' go. Touch the spot? Hey? More? Sure Mike. Lots of 'em. Wide now. Boss. Hey? Wait a second yes, honey. In a second.... I got him. Here's the kind you like. Oh, yes, do. Do take one more. Oh, you better." "D' ye think I'm made o' rubber?" she snaps at him.
The Congress at Washington is full of such fellows as is also the House of Commons in England. In France they were once in charge. They ran things in France until the coming of a man such as myself. They were lost in the shadow of the great Napoleon." The oculist as though dismissing the dandified man from his mind turned to address Beaut.
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