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"Grizel," she said obediently, if it was a day when she wanted to please him. "And my name?" "Tommy." Once, to his great delight, she said, "Sentimental Tommy." He quite bragged about this to David. "Where is your home?" "Here." She was never in doubt about this, and it was always a pleasure to her to say it. "Did you live here long ago?" She nodded.
Mix bragged, the more I ... so I wrote it all down on the back of that blank the man gave me and there it is and I think it's perfectly gorgeous even if it is mine. Now who's Methuselah's wife?" On the back of the blank there was written, in shaky capitals, what was evidently intended as the copy for an advertisement.
I wouldn't be afraid in the dark, and this moonlight is as bright as day," bragged Wiggle. "Hold your breath, now." Crooked Hill was very steep and slippery with pine needles. On either side there were jutting rocks and old pine stumps. At the foot of the hill ran Beaver Brook. Later that evening, Mr. Jack Rabbit was hopping homeward with a bag of carrots and clover leaves slung over his shoulder.
"It's lucky for him it was old Daddy there 'stead of me he wouldn't drink with or I'd of went to the floor with him an' teached him his manners." "Naw ye wouldn't, Creed," said the old man. "Ye'd done jest loike ye done set there atop yer barr'l an' blinked. An' when he'd went out ye'd blowed an' bragged an' blustered, an' then fizzled out like a wet fuse.
The trim chambermaid dropped her best curtsey for his fee, and Gumbo, in the inn-kitchen, where the townsfolk drank their mug of ale by the great fire, bragged of his young master's splendid house in Virginia, and of the immense wealth to which he was heir. The postchaise whirled the traveller through the most delightful home-scenery his eyes had ever lighted on.
Though he bragged to George Combe of his pitiless undoing of wenches, he never thrust a crab-stick into a woman's eye, and he was incapable of rewarding a kindness by robbery and neglect.
Not long before the action began, a private of the enemy's cavalry was taken, apparently with his own consent, in a very trifling preliminary skirmish. He bragged loudly of the immense force of the archduke, of the great victory already gained over Ernest, with the utter annihilation of his forces, and of the impending destruction of the whole States' army.
If he bragged a little, quizzed graybeards, sought strange places, sported with convention, and eluded women, it was due to his restlessness. Yet, he had the secretiveness of sand; he absorbed, but he revealed nothing. He knew his friends; they thought they knew him. It was his delight to have women think him a butterfly, men write him down a fool; it covered up his real desires and left him free.
Others looked on indifferently and thought that it did not matter. The lovers of nature bragged before these because they admired the splendid sunset and were able to enjoy nature. They said to the others: "You, old chap, are a dry stick. I suppose you'd rather go to a stuffy room and play cards." The promenaders strolled on, crowding and jostling each other; they were flaunting their gaiety.
"Ah-h-h-gh !" growled the Armenians, but she waved them back to silence. "How much food have you? Almost none! How much ammunition?" "Ah-h-h-h!" they chorused in a very different tone of voice. "D'you mean you've got cartridges here?" Fred demanded. "Fifty cases of cartridges for government Mauser rifles!" bragged the man who was nearest to Will. "Gee! Kagig 'ud give his eyes for them!"
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