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"If you please, sir, when the postman brought it he told me that they'd bored the holes in the lid at the post-office. There were no breathin' holes in the lid, sir, and they didn't want the animal to die. That is all, sir." "It's culpably careless of the man, whoever he was," said Eustace, as he removed the screws, "packing an animal like this in a wooden box with no means of getting air.
He was deceivin'. A wire with ten thousand volts into it. "'Look at me! says he, breathin' hard between his teeth. 'And take care! says he. 'I'm a man no man can monkey with. I'm a man that'll go through. I'm stained with crime. I've waded through seas o' blood. Nothin' in heaven or earth or hell can stop me.
Cert'nly a fine run-off that, I says, and drops 'em in again, limbers my wrist a couple o' times, and then two fives and a six thirty-three! I gathers 'em in again, takes off my cardigan jacket, lays my cigar on the rail, jibes my elbows to each side 'Action, I says. 'Action. Yer could hear 'em breathin' a cable length all around me.
'Hold her head a little up t' ease her breathin' while I go for master; he'll be for sendin' for t' doctor, I'll be bound. Sylvia took her mother's head and laid it fondly on her breast, speaking to her and trying to rouse her; but it was of no avail: the hard, stertorous breathing grew worse and worse. Sylvia cried out for help; Nancy came, the baby in her arms.
He's breathin' like the north wind sighin' through a knot-hole." He watched her disappear. "For the sight o' a good woman, O Lord, we thank Thee," he murmured, "an' for the sight o' a good woman with grit, we thank Thee some more. Great grief, why wasn't I born good an' good-lookin' 'stead o' fat an' no account?"
Dodd, "an' most likely composin' a poem on 'Departure' or else breathin' into a tube to see if he's mad." She had taken her dismissal very calmly after the first shock. "A woman what's been married seven times, same as I be," she explained to Dorothy, "gets used to bein' moved around from place to place. My sixth husband had the movin' habit terrible.
You see, ma, when he fetcht his cheer clost to mine, and ketcht holt of my hand, and squez it, and dropt on his knees, then it was that his eyes rolled and he began breathin' hard, and his gallowses kept a creakin and a creakin', I till I thought in my soul somethin' terrible was the matter with his in'ards, his vitals; and that flustered and skeered me so that I bust out a-cryin'. Seein' me do that, he creaked worse'n ever, and that made me cry harder; and the harder I cried the harder he creaked, till all of a sudden it came to me that it wasn't nothin' but his gallowses; and then I bust out a laughin' fit to kill myself, right in his face.
"Wa'al," said David with a grin, "I ben a little down in the mouth lately 'bout Polly seems to be fallin' away some don't weigh much more 'n I do, I guess;" but Miss Clara only laughed at this gloomy report. "How is my horse Kirby?" she asked. "Wa'al, the ole bag-o'-bones is breathin' yet," said David, chuckling, "but he's putty well wore out has to lean up agin the shed to whicker.
Then you're altogether too grave and considerate-like, to care much about Judith; for, though the gal is oncommon, she is so general in her admiration, that a man need not be exalted because she happens to smile. I sometimes think the hussy loves herself better than she does anything else breathin'."
"Ow, ay; nae doobt. But aneath this lift, and breathin' the houpfu' air o' this divine darkness." Annie did not quite understand him. "I maun gang back to Alec," she said. "Ye'll come ower the morn, Mr Cupples, and hear a' aboot him?" "I will do that, my bairn. Hoo do they ca' ye�-for I forget names dreidfu'?" "Annie Anderson."
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