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Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl? He gave him the coward's blow. Bugger off, Harry. Here's the cops! FIRST WATCH: What's wrong here? PRIVATE COMPTON: We were with this lady. And he insulted us. And assaulted my chum. Gone off. He'll come to all right. I can easily... SECOND WATCH: Who are you? Do you know him? I'm a witness. Constable, take his regimental number.
Bantam Lyons's yellow blacknailed fingers unrolled the baton. Wants a wash too. Take off the rough dirt. Good morning, have you used Pears' soap? Dandruff on his shoulders. Scalp wants oiling. I want to see about that French horse that's running today, Bantam Lyons said. Where the bugger is it? He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar. Barber's itch.
The Indian droped upon King's fire: 'Whoop by G exclaimed King, 'he was every inch a soldier. I have killed one d d yellow bugger, and passed on. Giles saw this occurrence as well as Clark, and so did Von Treece they were all together. From the commencement of the fight, the voice of an Indian commander had been distinctly heard and observed by our soldiers.
This latter word is a familiar expression of carnal affection, but, literally, is "big bugger." Their intercourse became of the warmest, she was now a first-rate danseuse, very highly paid. The Count had first had her, she really loved him, and in London stuck faithfully to him, for love alone, for she never would accept even the smallest present.
PRIVATE CARR: I'll do him in. Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger. CISSY CAFFREY: They're going to fight. For me! CUNTY KATE: The brave and the fair. The gules doublet and merry saint George for me! STEPHEN: The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave Old Ireland's windingsheet. Are you struck dumb? You are the link between nations and generations. Speak, woman, sacred lifegiver!
"Roxy sniffled it all to me this morning when she was pouring out her trouble because you hadn't been over to cheer up the bugger to-day. She told Pink and Sam and Belle and the Sponge and me all about it, and I can tell you we thrilled some. By acclamation we have elected you to lead the Kitten Patrol of the Campfire that we Scouts have been talking about helping you bubbles set up for a month.
I must say I was favorably impressed by the appearance of my words in this form, for they somehow looked more important and enduring. While still engaged in this task I was slapped so heartily on the back I was knocked forward against the typewriter and Gootes perched himself on a corner of the desk. "Working the jolly old mill, what? I say, the old bugger wants to know where your stuff is.
Not a bugger in the hull crew been nigh 'em." Thurstane cantered around to the front of the wagon which contained the two women, and called, "How are you?" At the sound of his voice there was a rustle inside, and Clara showed her face over the shoulder of the driver. "So you were not hurt?" laughed the young officer. "Ah! that's bully."
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