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In fact, we had sort of lost faith in you. I'm sorry. I apologize. In a way I don't deserve this I really don't." "Bughouse!" came from the foot of the bed, in a suppressed mutter. "Out and out bughouse!" "Quite wrong," I said cheerily. "I never was in better health. You are surprised, you don't understand. It's not necessary you should. It would rob the situation of its humor if you should.
"Say, Dudley," says I, lookin' him up and down, "this listens to me like a bughouse play of yours; but I got to admit that you do it sporty. There's no ocher streak in you." "I hoped you would understand," says he. "In the circumstances, it was all I could do, you see." "What I see plainer'n anything else," says I, "is that if this goes through your career is bugged to the limit.
This painter Gauguin wasn't such good company as Stevenson, because 'e parleyvoud, but 'e was a bloody worker with 'is brushes at Atuona. 'E was cuttin' wood or paintin' all the time." "He was a damn' fool," said Hallman, who had come in to the Cercle to take away Captain Pincher. "I lived close to him at Atuona all the time he was there till he died. He was bughouse.
"Why, during the last four days the issue has been oversubscribed. It was getting that Mr. Barton, of Pratt & Barton, on our list that turned the trick." "Alvin!" I gasps. "Why why, he's only a batty nephew, that they keep under guard. Bughouse, you know. His check's no good." "Doesn't matter in the least," says Blair. "He made good bait. We're established, I tell you!
But the 'L' runs past the place, and some folks say it otta be spelled with 'H. The noise pretty near drove me bughouse at fyst, but I'm settlin' down to it now. He's in the toy department with me and feels real at home with the Teddy bears. I could get you a room in my house for two dollars per." "Per what?" Win was obliged to ask. "Per week. Per everything.
I happened recently to overhear a bit of casual dinner-table conversation between two of the gilded ornaments of the junior set. He was a boy of twenty-five, well known for his dissipations, but, nevertheless, regarded by most mothers as a highly desirable parti. "Oh, yes!" he remarked easily. "They asked me if I wanted to go into a bughouse, and I said I hadn't any particular objection.
"I'm a missionary," I answered. "Ye are, eh?" "Yes. When I finish cleaning the floor, I am going to attempt to clean up some other things around here." "Me too, hey?" "Yes; don't you think you need it?" He laughed a hoarse, gutteral laugh, and said: "Don't get bughouse, boss. Ye'd wind up just where ye begun on the floor."
You're bughouse." Fung Wah sat there, his small, astute eyes, in a saffron face, fixed alternately upon the speakers, with an appraising grimace but half-veiled. And as he sipped his grenadine syrup and soda water, he admired his three-inch thumbnail, the token of his rise from the estate of a half-naked coolie in Quan-tung to equality with these Taipans, the whites of Tahiti.
"Well," drawled William, "it's some high, and Tommy Watson says I'm bughouse, but I tell him he's a bit that way himself." "Tommy Watson, the auctioneer?" "Sure say, Mister Whimple, ain't he a pippin? My Pa says he can make people buy rocks and weep with joy on the bargains they're gettin' in diamon's." That day Whimple called on Tommy Watson, famed as the peer of auctioneers.
Some moderns have thought there is no real art that is not nude. Truth itself is naked." "Aha!" said my son, darkly. "I see! You take off your pants when you go out to feed your chickens, say, and you're not bughouse. You're art. Well, if Truth is naked, thank God the rest of us are liars!" What I have here set down was but the matter of a moment.
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