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Foo! what a charming boy!" Here Raskolnikov broke into a nervous laugh right in Zametov's face. The latter drew back, more amazed than offended. "Foo! how strange you are!" Zametov repeated very seriously. "I can't help thinking you are still delirious." "I am delirious? You are fibbing, my cock-sparrow! So I am strange? You find me curious, do you?" "Yes, curious."
"I met Robson of the Embassy in Constantinople you remember Robson of Pembroke fussy little cock-sparrow he'd just come from England and was full of it. You seem to have got 'em in the neck. Bully! Bully!" Adrian took advantage of the narrow width of the exit to release himself and I, who went on with Jaffery, looking back, saw him rub himself ruefully, as though he had been mauled by a bear.
We will here finish this imaginary scene; but first of all, to draw the parallel closer, will suppose, if you please, that death comes down upon the mole-hill in the shape of a cock-sparrow, who picks up without distinction, the pismire of quality and his flatterers, the pismire of substance and his day labourers, the white straw officer and his sycophants, with all the goddesses, wits, and beauties of the mole-hill.
He's a soft-hearted dog. He'd aim at a cock-sparrow, and be glad if he missed. There you have him. He was one of your good boys. I used to tell his poor mother, 'When you leave off thinking for him, he'll go to the first handy villain and that's the devil. And he's done it. But, here's the difference. He goes himself; he don't send another. I'll tell you what: if you don't know about Mr.
Suppose Mr Specklems goes and gives the great staring, goggle-eyed thing a poke; I'm sure I wish he would." "I should just like to pickaxe him with my mortar-chipper," said an old cock-sparrow. "I'd teach him to come into other people's trees without being asked." "Let's ask him civilly to go," said the wren. "Let's shout at him, and frighten him," said the owl.
"Don't do that," he cried, fiercely, "you know I've got a bad shoulder." "Why, you insolent young cock-sparrow, I've a good mind to No, I won't I'll let them do it by-and-by."
"But confess now, my dear fellow, you're awfully anxious to know what I am reading about?" "I am not in the least. Mayn't I ask a question? Why do you keep on...?" "Listen, you are a man of culture and education?" "I was in the sixth class at the gymnasium," said Zametov with some dignity. "Sixth class! Ah, my cock-sparrow! With your parting and your rings you are a gentleman of fortune.
Winkle shooting at what looks like a cock-sparrow, the whole surrounded by a chaste arabesque of guns, rods, and landing-nets. To Seymour, too, we owe the portrait of Mr. Pickwick, which has impressed that excellent old gentleman's face and figure upon all our memories. But to return to Dickens' interview with Mr. Hall. They seem to have parted in mutual satisfaction.
Limpingly he entered, yet with a kind of pride, like some small cock-sparrow who has lost most of his plumage but has vanquished his adversary. With a yell Dougal went down the stairs. The boy saluted him, and they gravely shook hands. It was the meeting of Wellington and Blucher. The Chieftain's voice shrilled in triumph, but there was a break in it. The glory was almost too great to be borne.
Whoever has passed a few weeks of the autumn in a French provincial town, must have witnessed and laughed at the very comical proceedings of the chasseurs, the high-sounding title assumed by every Frenchman who ever pointed a gun at a cock-sparrow.
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