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Kendric picked them up and thrust them into his pocket. "Later, then," he said. "God knows we can't be choosers. Now," and again he confronted Zoraida, "you will show us the way. Clear of the house. And we'll want horses. One thing, mind you: It is in my thought that if we allow you to hold us here we'll both be dead inside a few hours. I've no desire for that sort of thing.
It was confidently whispered throughout this pastoral country that August Persons, living in exile in England and elsewhere, were in familiar and confidential correspondence with the Marquis de Gemosac, and, in a minor degree, with Albert de Chantonnay. For kings, and especially deposed kings, may not be choosers, but must take the instrument that comes to hand.
It is impossible to get within shot of the others without passing a bull, and depend upon it our passage will be disputed; and moreover, the herd will take to flight, and we shall get nothing at all." "Well," replied Humphrey, "beef is beef; and, as they say, beggars must not be choosers, so let it be a bull, if it must be so." "Let us get nearer to them, and then we will decide what we shall do.
You were wrong, Johanna, you ought to have drawn the line somewhere, and it ought to have excluded trades-people." "Beggars can not be choosers," began Hilary. "Beggars!" echoed Selina. "No, my dear, we were never that," said Miss Leaf, interposing against one of the sudden storms that were often breaking out between these two.
"We are not his guests here; we are his pensioners." "Nonsense!" frowned the mother. "Isn't it beginning to occur to you that beggars shouldn't be choosers? And, besides, so far as you are concerned, you are only anticipating a little." It was an exceedingly injudicious, not to say brutal way of putting it; and the blue-gray eyes flashed fire.
The father knew that beggars must not be choosers, so he fitted out James for his new place, having indeed little to give him besides his blessing. The worthy Mr.
He remembered it not for his own sake, but for hers; but he only answered, overcoming his first feeling of surprise: "But my dear young lady, you must be perfectly aware that your attainments are far beyond those required for the teaching of such young children as these." "Ah, sir, yes! But are beggars then choosers?" Doctor Brudenell got up, walked to the window and back again.
There was war in heaven while those armies made it on earth. Out of the lightning flare came the Valkyrs, daughters of Odin, choosers of the slain. They rode grey horses; they wore helms and coats of mail; their spear-heads gleamed like fire. Helgi sat by the Eagle Rock and cried out to them to stay.
The woman's eyes brightened at the last words, which she understood; the first she was a stranger to, but if it was something to fill the awful void beneath she could eat it. She nodded eagerly. Beggars could not be choosers. That was never plainer than now. Cocktail and crackers soon disappeared, a good share of the latter going underneath the woman's parkie to keep for her boy when he awaked.
"It would be safer to make what ye might call a trial trip, but beggars mustn't be choosers; an if the engines will go over to the hand-gear, the probability I'm only saying it's a probability the chance is that they'll hold up when we put steam on her." "How long will you take to get steam?" said the skipper. "God knows! Four hours a day half a week. If I can raise sixty pound I'll not complain."
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