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To Bonaventure these affairs brought less mystery and less unalloyed pleasure. He understood them better. Some boys are born lovers. From the time they can reach out from the nurse's arms, they must be billing and cooing and choosing a mate.
He thought he should never have enough of her, her beautiful face, her lovely arms, her smooth, lymphatic body. They were like two children, billing and cooing, driving, dining, seeing the sights. He was curious to visit the financial sections of both cities. New York and Boston appealed to him as commercially solid.
"My name," said the stranger, "is Billing, Horace P. Billing." "Do you hear that now?" said Doyle to Mary Ellen. She approached the motor-car cautiously, still smiling. Mr. Billing handed out two bags and then a photographic camera with tripod legs, strapped together. Doyle took one of the bags. Mary Ellen took the other. Mr. Billing himself carried the camera. "It occurs to me," said Mr.
The bridal couple were from somewhere in the central part of Ohio and they were taking their honeymoon tour; but, if I were a bridal couple from the central part of Ohio and had never been to sea before, as was the case in this particular instance, I should take my honeymoon ashore and keep it there. I most certainly should! This couple of ours came aboard billing and cooing to beat the lovebirds.
I suppose you're all the time billing and cooing. PODKHALYÚZIN. We have that failing, Ustinya Naúmovna; we have it. USTÍNYA NAÚMOVNA. Come, come now: just see what a nice sweetheart I got for you. PODKHALYÚZIN. We're well satisfied, Ustinya Naúmovna; we're well satisfied. USTÍNYA NAÚMOVNA. How could you be dissatisfied, my ruby? What's the matter with you!
Something about 'prances, O! on her horse, you know, or you're a hem'd fool if you don't. I never could sing; wish I could! It's the joy of life! It's utterance! Hey for harmony!" "Eh! brayvo! now you're a man, Steeve! and welcomer and welcomest; yi yi, O!" jolly Butcher Billing sang out sharp. "Life wants watering.
A man from the crowd, a well-dressed man, had slipped past Constable Moriarty and reached the statue. He had raised the bottom of the sheet which covered it and was peering at the inscription on the pedestal. "Doyle," said Dr. O'Grady, "that's the American again. That's Billing." "Bedamn!" said Doyle excitedly. "You're right. It's him sure enough." "Go and seize him. Take him into the hotel.
All public meetings were advertised there. Doyle himself made nothing out of these advertisements; but Thady Gallagher did. He printed the posters, and it was admitted by everyone that he did it very well. Two days after his arrival in Ballymoy, Mr. Billing strolled down to the harbour. He was a man of restless and energetic disposition, but the visits which he received from Dr.
'Why do you call me that? she exclaimed; distress and shame at the mistake she had made contending with her anger. 'Because, my pretty Methodist, he answered coolly, 'your hate and your love are too near neighbours. Cursing and nursing, killing and billing, come not so nigh one another in my vocabulary. But with women some women it is different.
"Game?" repeated his wife, in a trembling voice. "Nothing. 'Ow do you find that steak-pudding? I thought of giving you one every Wednesday." Mr. Billing put down his knife and fork and sat regarding her thoughtfully. Then he pushed back his chair suddenly, and, a picture of consternation and wrath, held up his hand for silence. "W-w-wot is it?" he demanded. "A cat?" Mrs.
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