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The Bath porchers who looked after other people's business, having none of their own, burbled and chortled like siphons of soda, and the marvel to all was that such a brilliant girl should thus throw herself away on a sprig of the law. "He acts, too, I believe," said Goldsmith to Doctor Johnson.
"And is it all alone you are, on Xmas Night!" he burbled. "Yes," I replied, bitterly. "I am old enough to be married off without my consent, but I am not old enough for a real Ball. It makes me sick." "I can smuggle him here, if you want to talk to him." "Smuggle!" I said, with scorn. "There is no need to smuggle him. The Familey is crazy about him. They are flinging me at him."
He had there was something he wished to think out But the psychical research had started them off again. They really were going, with a flutter of "We did have the best time!" Most aggressively friendly of all was Babbitt, yet as he burbled he was reflecting, "I got through it, but for a while there I didn't hardly think I'd last out."
A fairer test of tone-color may be found if we turn to frank nonsense-verse, where the formal elements of poetry surely exist without any control of meaning or "sense": "The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
"One of my most wonderful studies." "Doubtless," remarked the Doctor cautiously. "Don't you think er you'd better lie down?" "The leafy foliage; the wonderful green effect; the tree as I see it. Fresh, fragrant, superb." Bendigo burbled on, heedless of his mundane surroundings. "What is the fool talkin' about?" howled the General, who was standing on tip toe trying to see what was happening.
"The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!" Then, with appropriate ceremonies, they offered up the mouse to the Jabberwock, and then, joining hands, they danced around it, howling and shrieking. "More! more!" growled Cricket, in awful tones, that were supposed to come from the yawning throat of the Jabberwock.
There was a great rock full of caves and hollows, and there the water whirled and burbled in furious wise. "Here," thought he, "is the hold of the knave Flumen, and if I may cut through above this rock and make a dyke with a gate in it, to let down the water another way when the floods come, so shall I spoil him of his craft and put him to the worse."
"I've lost her in this confounded mob. Find her for me. I've got my reading-glasses on, and I can't see anything. Why don't they have this barn of a place lighted up?" "Stand still right where you are," Blount directed, and a moment later he had found Patricia guarding a pair of suit-cases which were too heavy for her to carry. "You poor lost child!" was his burbled greeting.
What I was asking myself as he burbled on about Peggy Haskins was whether I might dare give him the one cautionary word which would reveal the true state of affairs. In the end I decided that it would be most imprudent, not to say disastrous. He would have sympathized with me instantly and heartily, but the knowledge would have been as fire to tow when he got back where he could talk.
"I give it up," the Carl mumbled. "It's yourself, beggarman," jeered Cael. "I am myself," the Carl gurgled through a mouthful of blackberries, "and as I am myself, how can it be myself? That is a silly riddle," he burbled. "Look at your coat, tub of grease?" The Carl did so. "My faith," said he, "where are the two tails of my coat?"
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