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A man breathless from haste appeared in the doorway of the anteroom. "Dr. Harpe " "What is it?" She did not turn around. "A case came in at the hospital feller shot, down the street." "Where's Lamb?" she demanded irritably. "Out of town." "Thunder!" She stamped her foot impatiently. "Who is it?" she scowled. "Billy Duncan. He's bleedin' bad, Doc." There was a note of entreaty in his voice.
"Ya-as she is, the doll-faced simp! Why, say, she never wiped up a floor in her life, or baked a cake, or stood on them feet of hers. She couldn't cut up a loaf of bread decent. Bleedin' France! Ha! That's rich, that is." She thrust her chin out brutally, and her eyes narrowed to slits. "She's goin' over there after that fella of hers. She's chasin' him.
Whin Corbett was poundin' th' first jintleman iv th' land like a man shinglin' a roof, th' first lady iv th' land stood in th' corner, cheerin' on th' bruised an' bleedin' hero. 'Darlin'' she says, 'think iv ye'er home, me love. Think, she says, 'iv our little child larnin' his caddychism in Rahway, New Jersey, she says.
"No bleedin' fear," said Jonah; "but I feel I dunno 'ow I feel. The blasted kid knocked me endways," he explained, in confusion. As he looked down the street, he caught sight of Mrs Yabsley on the other side. She walked slowly on account of the hill, gasping for air, the weekly load of meat and groceries clutched in her powerful arms. His eyes softened with tenderness.
I plumped into a corner, crouching. "Don't hit me any more ... please don't, Uncle Lan!" "He's gone crazy!" "Naw, he's only a bloody, bleedin' coward," returned another voice, in surprise and disgust. Someone spat on me. I was let up at last.... I staggered forward to my bunk. My book had been handed back to me.
Is there anything in that bleedin' idea? She could quote books all right about it." Ah, beautiful and brave baroness! I often thought of you during those months in the Annexe. You will come again, you say, to Tahiti, bathe again in its witching waters, and let the spell of its sweetness bind you again to its soil.
"I Honest, Mr. Blaney, I " "Eddie!" "Eddie, I I never did feel so I never was so so Aw, I can't say it." Tears sprang to her eyes. "Sure, you never was. I never was, neither, before before " "Before what?" "Before I had to." "Had to?" "Yeh; both of them. Bleedin' all the time. Didn't see nothing but red for 'leven months." "You!" "Yeh; three years ago. Looked like Arizona on a stretcher for me."
I told her that too. The woman was silent for a moment, and then, with a thickening of the husky voice, she said: "S'pose you'll say I'm a bleedin' liar, but I 'ad a kid as putty as that onct puttier. It was a boy. The nobbiest little b as you ever come acrost. Your'n is putty, but it ain't in it with my Billie, not by a long chalk." I asked her what had become of her child.
As Dan straightens up in the stirrups, he heaves this Silver Phil on high to the length of his long arm; an' then he dashes him ag'inst the flint-hard earth; which the manoover we-all witnesses it from mebby a quarter of a mile which the manoover that a-way is shore remorseless! This Silver Phil is nothin' but shattered bones an' bleedin' pulp.
'I've 'ad a fall, she said, faintly. 'I tripped up over my skirt as I wor comin up to look at Arthur. My head's all bleedin. Get me some water from over there. His countenance fell sadly. But he got the water, exclaiming when he saw the wound. He bathed it clumsily, then tied a bit of rag round it, and made her head easy with the pillow.
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