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Updated: May 14, 2025
With a broomhandle in the snow, with a match in cigar ashes, with skates on the ice. On the whole, it certainly was to the credit of the regiment that she should be so universally and unprecedentedly admired. Her uncle naturally believed that he was the cause of it, but the truth was that the way he advertised her would have spoiled the whole thing for any one else.
The Quartermaster had charge of the line; he had drawn a mark with chalk along the deck, and he kept their toes to it by marching up and down in front of them with a broomhandle over his shoulder. "Toe up, you little varmints!" he would snap. "God knows I'd be glad to get a rap at you keeping an old man down in the water half the night! Toe up!"
"Good-afternoon, Ben," said the old woman, in a changed voice. Mr. Davis, half-way through the door, started as though he had been shot, and, facing about, stood eyeing her in dumb bewilderment. "If I take you back again," repeated his wife, "are you going to behave yourself?" "It isn't the same voice and it isn't the same face," said the old woman; "but if I'd only got a broomhandle handy " Mr.
The woman and the girl came up the gangway, exidently to inspect staterooms. The Quartermaster had rallied the Red Un back to the line and stood before him, brandishing his broomhandle. Black fury was in the boy's eye; hate had written herself on his soul. His Chief had ignored his appeal had left him to his degradation had deserted him.
"Good-afternoon, Ben," said the old woman, in a changed voice. Mr. Davis, half-way through the door, started as though he had been shot, and, facing about, stood eyeing her in dumb bewilderment. "If I take you back again," repeated his wife, "are you going to behave yourself?" "It isn't the same voice and it isn't the same face," said the old woman; "but if I'd only got a broomhandle handy " Mr.
'Durn me if I wasn't waiting for old Paisley to "But when I got that far," concluded Telemachus Hicks, "I thought somebody had shot this left ear of mine off with a forty-five. But it turned out to be only a lick from a broomhandle in the hands of Mrs. Hicks."
'Durn me if I wasn't waiting for old Paisley to "But when I got that far," concluded Telemachus Hicks, "I thought somebody had shot this left ear of mine off with a forty-five. But it turned out to be only a lick from a broomhandle in the hands of Mrs. Hicks."
She had only one boy half-witted: he cocked a broomhandle at them, and they burnt him. Oh, she'll take you to Réchamp safe enough." "Where Scharlach's been" so he had been as close as this to Réchamp! I was wondering if Jean knew it, and if that had sealed his lips and given him that flinty profile.
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