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At twelve he said, "How queer the place seems, and not a grindstone going. It seems as still as the grave. I'm a man; I'm not a mouse." Mr. Cheetham repeated this last fact in zoology three times, to leave no doubt of it in his own mind, I suppose. At 1.00, he said he would shut up the works rather than be a slave. At 1.15 he blustered.
She smiled upon him indulgently, but shook her head. "I am sorry," she said, with gentle condescension, "that I cannot tell anything more to you. You are one of the people who broke our windows!" Then Josiah Kettle unfortunately blustered. "If you will not, young madam," he cried, "I can soon send them to you who will make you answer."
Bounderby, with sundry menacing nods and shakes of his head. 'It might have been twice twenty. There's no knowing what it would have been, or wouldn't have been, as it was, but for the fellows' being disturbed. Louisa had come up now, and Mrs. Sparsit, and Bitzer. 'Here's Tom Gradgrind's daughter knows pretty well what it might have been, if you don't, blustered Bounderby.
It was all to no purpose, and at length Laura declared: "Curtis, dear, it is no use. You just sacrifice every bit of your pleasure to make me comfortable to make me enjoy it; and I just don't. I'm sorry, I want to share every pleasure with you, but I don't like to fish, and never will. You go alone. I'm just a hindrance to you." And though he blustered at first, Laura had her way.
"Sit up there with your shirt-front starched like a board," he blustered, "and your collar throttling you, and smile till your face is sore, and reel off small talk to a girl whose last name you can't remember! Do I have any fun, does it do me any good, do I get ideas for yarns? What do I do it for? I don't know."
"And, anyway, my father never blames mother for anything, only when she's tired and cries he remembers to love her even if he's on the way upstairs to the attic to his wonderful Machine, and he puts his arm about her waist, though mother says it's much larger now than it was years ago. That's what my father that used to be, does." "Why bless my soul!" blustered Mr.
"I seem to be here," she answered calmly. "Why?" "Never mind why," he blustered. "I knew you saw me the other night. I heard you tell 'em to hit it up so as to shake me. But I found out all right." "Found out what?" asked Constance coldly. "Say, that's about your style, isn't it? You always get in when it comes to trimming the good spenders, don't you?" "Mr.
His revolver failed in its duty, and, valiant as he was, at last he met his match. In prison he was alternately insolent and aggrieved. He blustered for justice, proclaimed himself the victim of sudden temptation, and insisted that his intention had been ever innocent.
The blacksmith took the seat, when the stranger again blustered, "It would be courtesy to offer me that chair, tired as I am. Perhaps you don't know that I am an officer of the law?"
Senator Langdon, sir, is one of the few men in Washington who would rather be thought a fool than a grafter if it came down to that." The Mayor of Gulf City jumped to his feet, his face blazing in rage, not in shame. "Seems to me yo're mighty fresh, young man," he blustered. "What kind of politics is Langdon playin'?" "Not fresh, Colonel; only friendly.
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