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Updated: June 14, 2025
Freezum! Br-r-r! Savvy?" Inspiration came to the waiter; a smile irradiated his countenance, and with a murmured apology for his stupidity he hurried away. O'Reilly stepped over to the stranger's table and introduced himself. "The hotel-keeper in Neuvitas told me I'd find you here," he said. "Your name is " "Branch; Leslie Branch. So Carbajal said you'd find me here, eh?
Endymion Westcote hailed him from the doorway and crossed the room with Narcissus in tow. "My brother is interested in your panel of Bacchus and Ariadne; he will be glad to discuss it with you. Br-r-r-!" he shivered "I have been down to the door, and it is snowing viciously. Some of our friends will hardly find their homes tonight. I hope, by the way, you have brought a great-coat?"
We found Thaddeus Hobson alone, in the vast hall looking blankly at the fire. "Jeff," he said solemnly, "you sure brought me luck to-night if you can call it such being scared into a human icicle. Br-r-r! Shall I ever get the cold out of my backbone? But somehow, somehow that foggy feller outside sort of changed my look on things. It made me feel kinder toward living folks. Ain't it strange!"
"Finish" the package of Russki horse skin and bones which the boys "skookled" from the natives, that is, bought from the natives, became the most familiar sight on the quays, drawing the strange-looking but cleverly constructed drosky, or cart, bucking into his collar under the yoke and pulling with all his sturdy will, not minding the American "whoa" but obedient enough when the doughboy learned to sputter the Russki "br-r-r br-r-r."
Br-r-r! Oh, the ugly water water water water salt water salt! You saved me. Why? Let God be the Judge. I would have preferred a malignant demon for a friend. I forgive you. Adios! And -Her Excellency poor Castro.... Ha! Thou old scorpion, encircled by fire by fire and thirst. No. No scorpion, alas! Only a man not like you therefore a Mass or two perhaps...."
On a morning when the white-goods counter was placing long-sleeve, high-neck nightgowns in its bargain bins, and knit underwear was supplanting the reduced muslins, Sara Juke drew her little pink knitted jacket closer about her narrow shoulders and shivered shivered, but smiled. "Br-r-r! October never used to get under my skin like this."
"Here we are," called the cabbie, and Jurgis awakened his companion. Master Freddie sat up with a start. "Hello!" he said. "Where are we? Whuzzis? Who are you, hey? Oh, yes, sure nuff! Mos' forgot you hic ole chappie! Home, are we? Lessee! Br-r-r it's cold! Yes come 'long we're home it ever so hic humble!"
The wind whistled overhead and the air grew icy cold. Frank shivered, as he held fast. "Br-r-r," he said. "Right now it would feel awfully nice to be ashore. I wonder what of Lord Hastings and The Hawk?" At the same moment, Lord Hastings was wondering what of them.
"She's getting more Injuny every day of her life. I used to try and treat her like a white girl but you just can't do it, Jean." "Hiu-hiu-hi-i-ah-h! Hiu-hiu-hi-i-ah-h-h hiaaa-h-h!" Jean stood in the middle of the room and listened. "Br-r-r!" she shivered and one could not blame her. "I wonder if she'd be mad," she drawled, "if I went out and told her to shut up.
Both iv thim was on th' stand." "Br-r-r!" cried Mr. McKenna, entering stiffly and spreading his hands over the potbellied stove. "It's cold." "Where?" asked Mr. Dooley. "Not here." "It's cold outside," said Mr. McKenna. "It was ten below at Shannahan's grocery when I went by, and the wind blowing like all possessed. Lord love us, but I pity them that's got to be out to-night."
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