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And McGivney looked at him; at first he thought that Peter was joking, but when he saw that the fellow was really in earnest, he guffawed in his face. "You boob!" he said. "Didn't you ever hear of the American Revolution? Don't you know anything about the Fourth of July?" Just then the telephone rang and interrupted them, and McGivney shoved the letter to him saying, "Ask your wife about it!"
When someone remarked: "You served him right for calling you a boob and a poor fish and so on before all the society, girls and all," Ramsey only said: "That wasn't what I hit him for." He declined to explain further.
They drew him to one side, while Wilson came to see what the matter was. "It's nothing," explained Bart, as he stood with an arm flung over the shoulders of Tom and Billy, while Frank, on his knees, vigorously rubbed and manipulated his ankle. "I'll be all right in a minute. It was a boob stunt for me to do." "Nothing broken?" inquired Wilson anxiously.
"Why, there ain't any danger; nobody goes up there." Laughing Bill held his breath, missing not a word. "If they did we'd pick 'em up with the glasses. It's open country, and we'd get 'em before they got down." "I s'pose so. But the nights are getting dark." "Nobody's out at night, either, you boob. I ain't losing any slumber over that.
"I don't like it myself, but I should, of course, open the windows immediately and air the room out " "I'll get up," said Cassius, and did so, clumsily but promptly. "Say, I I believe you WOULD shoot. You're just the kind of boob that would do a thing like that." "I dare say I should miss you if I were to fire all five bullets, but that's neither here nor there.
"Why, we just ran wild, you know. Fool stunts!... Once Roy was sore because I kicked cigarettes out of Bob's mouth. But the boob was tickled stiff when I kicked for him. Jealous! It's all right with any one of the boys what you do for him. But if you do the same for another boy good night!" Bessy had no divination of the fact that her words for Lane had a clarifying significance.
Craig the uncle, you remember, an invalid died. And he's made me the guardian of his niece " "The poor boob." Garry's voice was sad and sincere. "Garry! Are you or are you not my friend?" "I am." "Then listen. Next I want you to ask Max Kreiling for the name and address of the French woman he knows who teaches music " "Just a minute, Kenny, old man. Let me say this all after you.
Presently out of the fog came the voice of Captain Dan Hicks. "Flaherty! Flaher-tee! For the love of life, Jack, where are you? Chuck me a line, Jack. My hawser's snarled in my screw and I'm drifting on to the beach." "Leggo your anchor, you boob," Jack Flaherty advised. "I want a line an' none o' your damned advice," raved Hicks. "'Tain't my fault if you get in too close." "I'm bumping, Jack.
Um-m-mh afraid that wouldn't square up with my keeping on the road. Urgent and continual business sounds too cold considering how warm I feel. I must never tell her the truth that I'd forgotten her name, and what she looked like, and be the boob I am by admitting that I'd never paid enough attention to her before then to take notice of her.
He had fallen when they reached him and was standing to his waist in the snow, his face red, the perspiration trickling down his cheeks. "Oho!" laughed Hume loudly. "So you were on your way to warn him, were you?" "You big boob, you!" shrieked Dart. "Get down and I'll shove your face in for you!"
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