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Updated: May 24, 2025
"Anyhow, good luck to the blighters when they reach their bloomin' heaven," answered Mac. "It's about kai-time. I'm off for some brekker. Kia Ora, old man." And, so saying, he awakened his sleeping cobbers, left them admiring the night's catch, and trundled off homewards.
You glance across No Man's Land and say, "Those blighters are wrong; I'm right." If you believe that with all the strength of your soul and mind, you can stand anything. To allow yourself to be beaten would be to own that you weren't.
"Say, uncle," said a deep voice, one of those beastly voices that only the most poisonous blighters have, "you seen a young feller run past here?" "Young feller?" The proprietor appeared to reflect. "Do you mean a young feller in blue, with a Homburg hat?" "That's the duck! We lost him. Where did he go?" "Him! Why, he come running past, quick as he could go.
Of course the opposition papers may have allowed their zeal to run away with them, but even assuming that to be the case, the other candidates appear to be a pretty fair contingent of blighters.
"Seems as if them two blighters came round a turnin', judging from the nearness of their voices, sir," said Dollops, with entire sense. Cleek nodded. "You're right.... More sacks. If I wasn't so anxious to get out of this place so that you shouldn't be late for your 'appointment' with our friend Black Whiskers, I'd chance my luck and have a look what was in 'em. But there's no time now.
"Curse the blighters they'll mess up my leave, it's due in a week's time." "Jolly good coffee, this! Here, Marie, bring us another two cups der coop der caffay that's right, isn't it?" "Dat's right," said the girl, "you speak goot French vous avez tout a fait l'accent parisien."
There used to be all sorts of attempts on the part of low blighters to sneak him away from me. Young Reggie Foljambe to my certain knowledge offered him double what I was giving him, and Alistair Bingham-Reeves, who's got a valet who had been known to press his trousers sideways, used to look at him, when he came to see me, with a kind of glittering hungry eye which disturbed me deucedly.
That's the stuff to give 'em." At last the performance was over, and the trains having delivered the goods returned to their own place. "Most successful." The gas expert, rubbing his hands together, came up to Vane as he stood on the Lille road. "I think we've got quite a number of the blighters. And not a single casualty!" "Good," said Vane. "But what a filthy method of fighting."
Kalliope was a young woman of imperturbably good temper. She smiled amiably at the men and then turned to the Queen. "Blighters," she said. "Bloody blighters." She was also a young woman of spirit and ready presence of mind. With a swift jerk she dragged the slippery blade from the man's hands. She pulled it towards her beyond the man's reach.
Well, I think you're wonderful to stand out here in this awful weather with all these blighters going by." "When one is wrapped up in a great Cause," replied Ellen superbly, "one hardly notices these minor discomforts. Will you not take a ticket for the meeting next Friday at the Synod Hall? Mrs. Ormiston and Mrs. Mark Lyle are speaking. The tickets are half-a-crown and a shilling.
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