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Updated: June 27, 2025
'Twas a quick end, and a peaceful end without no pain. And if you'd seen as many old people drag along for years, as I have, stranglin' and chokin' and half-dead, why, you'd feel to be thankful Miss Hetty was spared that. And you too!" "Marise," said Eugenia, coming to the pantry door, "your neighbors wanted me, of course, to bring you all their sympathetic condolence. Mr.
I'm chokin' for air an' water. Bring us a drink," replied Anderson. Kurt hurried away to get a bucket and tin cup. As he drew water from the well he was thinking rather vaguely that it was somehow embarrassing the fact of Mr. Anderson being accompanied by his daughter. Kurt was afraid of his father. But then, what did it matter?
"I'm chokin'," said the latter, after a pause; "ask him for wather, Raowl sure he can't deny that, with that purty little sthrame boilin' up undher our noses, as clear as the potteen of Ennishowen." Raoul asked for water, which we all needed. Our throats were as dry as charcoal. The Mexican made a sign to one of the women, who shortly came up with an earthen jar filled with water.
Do ye see nae differ atween chokin' an ill-faured tyke an' chokin' a puir widow's lum?" "'Twas only for fun." "It's ill fun that baith sides canna lauch at, Curly." "Rob Bruce wasna lauchin' whan he brocht the bick to the schuil, nor yet whan he gaed hame again." "That was nae fun, Curly. That was doonricht earnest." "Weel, weel, Alec; say nae mair aboot it." "No more I will.
"Scraggs, we'll just call that sale off, f'r th' sake o' harmony. Here's your money. I ain't chokin' off Gibney's steam at no time, not if I know it." "You infernal river rats," snarled Scraggs, "I'll I'll " "Stow it," Mr. Gibney commanded. "I never did see the like o' you, Scraggs.
The Golden Valley never seen dust like this in a million years!... I'm chokin' for water. An' listen to the car. She's boilin'!" Then, as he stepped toward Kurt, the rancher showed himself to be a well-preserved man of perhaps fifty-five, of powerful form beginning to sag in the broad shoulders, his face bronzed by long exposure to wind and sun.
I was chokin' mad with thirst, An' the man that spied me first Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din. 'E lifted up my 'ead, An' he plugged me where I bled, An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green: It was crawlin' and it stunk, But of all the drinks I've drunk, I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din. It was "Din! Din! Din!"
A sound something between a howl and an oath startled the company and broke off the Doctor's sentence. Everybody's eyes turned in the direction from which it came. A group instantly gathered round the person who had uttered it, who was no other than Deacon Soper. "He's chokin'! he's chokin'!" was the first exclamation, "slap him on the back!"
The fresh-water fisherman muttered, "I should like to save the man and to see the money, but it ain't a thaousan' dollars, nor ten thaousan' dollars, that'll pay a fellah for burnin' to death, or even chokin' to death, anyhaow." The carpenter, who knew the framework of every house in the village, recent or old, shook his head.
Jameson, th' same as left his wife, a-comin' here huntin' for her. 'Twas so, fer a fact. He had it in his mouth to kape us from knowin' his voice, an' by th' same tokin, I calls to mind th' chokin' in his throat, the scand'lous owld woman he was.
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