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Updated: July 26, 2025
In the first place, you know, he's entitled to duty-fowl* in the next place, he's entitled to duty-work. 'Ay, the landlord is, said they, 'but not the Vul 'Whisht, says I, in a friendly whisper, puttin' my hand across Dan's mouth, an' winkin' both my eyes at him; 'send his honor down a pair of them fine fat turkeys I know his honor's fond o' them; but that's not all, says I 'do you wish to have a friend in coort?
Silence!" thundered Christie. A lad and a lass that were slightly flirting were discountenanced. Christie. "'A pund o' that same mairchant's flesh is thine! the coort awards it, and the law does give it." A young Fishwife. "There, I thoucht sae; he's gaun to cut him, he's gaun to cut him; I'll no can bide." Christie. "There's a fulish goloshen.
"'Take heart, Jack, says the other, laying his fore claw as knowingly as ever along his nose, and winking slyly at Jack, didn't I tell you that you had a friend in coort the day's not past yet, so cheer up, who knows but there is luck before you still?
Bud's affidavit's on file ready, when needed; and Bill is here to testify; and Cris Mead's name's good on paper, or in coort, or prayer meetin'. Lettie, you have sold yourself to two of the worst men ever set foot in this town." "Amos Judson is my best friend; I'll tell him you said he's one of the two worst men in this town," Lettie cried. "It's a waste av time; he knows it himself.
A friend's a friend, say I, and we're for bucking up for the man that's bucking up for us. And when he goes to the Tynwald Coort there, it'll be lockjaw and the measles with some of them. If the ould Governor's got a tongue like a file, Philip's got a tongue like a scythe he'll mow them down. 'No harbour-dues, says he, 'till we've a raisonable hope of harbour improvements.
'Pay the boend thrice, says he, 'and let the puir deevil go. 'Here it's, says Bassanio. Na! the young judge wadna let him. 'He has refused it in open coort; no a bawbee for Shylock but just the forfeiture; an' he daur na tak it. 'I'm awa', says he.
"Well, surr, I'd go to the mair of this city and to the judge of the criminal coort, and to the gov'ner of the Sta-ate, and to the ligislatur, if needs be, and I'd say, 'Gintlemin, I can't go back to that prison! There is more crimes a-being committed by the people outside ag'in the fellies in theyre than than than the the fellies in theyre has committed ag'in the people!
"Well, I used to hear iv him afther that defindin' coons in th' polis coort, an' now an' thin bein' mintioned among th' scatthrin' in raypublican county con-vintions, an' thin he dhropped out iv sight. 'Twas years befure I see him again.
Always seems to crop out, somehow, when there's real trouble on hand." Nonchalantly puffing a huge cigar, the object of their remarks presently strolled back into the room, followed by the sergeant. "Behould th' 'last coort av appeal, Docthor," began Slavin majestically. With a whimsical grin he indicated his subordinates.
Would ye hae me ashamed o' ane o' God's elec' a lady o' the Lord's ain coort?" "Eh, but I'm feart it's a' the compassion o' yer hert, sir. Ye wad fain mak' up to me for the disgrace. Ye could weel do wantin' me."
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