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And he snapped me up and said he didn't know as there wuz anything onfashionable or ongenteel about a likely yearlin'. Sez he, "I'll bet they'd take it at Coney Island." "Well, what would he do with it here?" sez I. "Why, do as I do with it; let it grow up and make clear gain on its growth." "Oh shaw!" sez I, "he couldn't have it bellerin' round amongst the gay and fashionable throng."
"Which be a bit different to bellerin'!" chuckled the Tinker. Diana merely glanced at him, whereupon he began to hammer away lustily, in spite of which I fancied I heard him chuckle again. "It's a rather terrible book, I think," sighed Diana. "Not a doubt of it," said I. "What do you think, Jerry?" "Aye," he nodded, "I used to sell that book once, or one like it "
"They woke me up with their bellerin' and I had a job gettin' to sleep again. I guess Racey's right." "I guess he is," assented the Judge. "Now we know how they managed that part of it, where did they get the key to open the cuffs? Kansas says you ain't lost any keys, Jake." "We got 'em all, every one. I don't believe they used a key. Them handcuff locks was picked." "Picked?" "Picked.
And as we walked through one of the enormous stock yards, oh! how the bellerin' of them cattle confined there put me in mind of the choice of my youth and joy of my middle age. Wuz he too bellerin' at that moment, shet up as he wuz by environin' circumstances from her he worshipped.
Tell Warrigal Alf his carrion's on the road for Yoongoolee yards, horse an' all; an' from there they'll go to Booligal pound if he ain't smart. I met them just now." "Where shall I find Alf?" "Ain't his wagon bitin' you there in the clear? You ain't a bad hand at sleepin' no, I 'm beggared if you are. I bin bellerin' at you for two hours, dash near." "Who has got the bullocks, Mosey?"
Waters wheeled on him, hands withdrawn from his pockets and cleared for action. "You start bellerin' at me in the street that way an' I'll just about." There was no cohort of hostile istvostchiks here, and anger ached in him like a cancer. He stepped up to the sergeant with a couple of long, cat-footed strides and the out-thrust jaw of war.
If you talked less with yer mouth and did something with yer hands, he'd a-ben done with by now. Why couldn't one of you, just one of you, get me a knife when I sung out? You make me sick! A-beefin' and bellerin' 'round, as though he'd kill you when he gets you! You know damn well he wont. Can't afford to.
Just a little while afore they had had a bellerin' match with us 'bout love an' friendship. Then sudden-like they tuk it in their heads that the French had a sharper hatchet than the English. I were skeered, but when I see that they was nobody drunk, I pushed right into the big village an' asked fer the old Senecky chief Bear Face knowin' he were thar an' said I had a letter from the Big Father.
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