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When we entered the room there was a general giggle, and then a shower of comments upon my appearance, each sentence punctuated with the chorus of feminine cachination. A remark was made about my hair and eyes, and their risibles gave way; judgment was passed on my nose, and then came a ripple of laughter. I got very red in the face, and uncomfortable generally.
They were awakened by a loud cheerful cachination close above their heads, and on looking up, what should they see but their friend the laughing jackass, looking very much surprised to find them in such near proximity to its mate's nest. "Much obliged to you, old fellow," said Harry to the bird, which nodded its head in response, and laughed again as if he were going to split his sides.
"Wha wha what's the matter with that now, old chap? One would think it was a whale and not a gudgeon, you make such a fuss about it." Of course the captain's joke set us all off cackling again; Mr Spokeshave's "he-he-he" sounding out, high in the treble, above the general cachination. This exasperated Mr Stokes, making the old fellow quite furious.
When we entered the room there was a general giggle, and then a shower of comments upon my appearance, each sentence punctuated with the chorus of feminine cachination. A remark was made about my hair and eyes, and their risibles gave way; judgment was passed on my nose, and then came a ripple of laughter. I got very red in the face, and uncomfortable generally.
"But," and Seaforth's horror was evident, "he may try again. There are more than the Somasco ranchers who would be sorry if he was successful Harry." Alton laughed, but the grating cachination sent a shiver through his companion. "Yes," he said, "I think he will, and that's why I'm waiting. He may give himself away the third time, and then it will be either him or me."
But one of the mowing, apelike travesties emitted a wild shriek of madness, and Koolau waited while the shrill cachination was tossed back and forth among the rocky walls and echoed distantly through the pulseless night. "Brothers, is it not strange? Ours was the land, and behold, the land is not ours. What did these preachers of the word of God and the word of Rum give us for the land?
Harley at the annual dinner of the Drury Lane Fund, spoken in the June following Grimaldi's death: "Yet, shall delicacy suffer no violence in adducing one example, for death has hushed his cock-crowing cachination, and uproarious merriment. The mortal Jupiter of practical Joke, the Michael Angelo of buffoonery, who, if he was Grim-all-day, was sure to make you chuckle at night."
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