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Our Store's quite wasted, and our Credit's small, Not a Fool left to bless our selves withal. We show you one to day intirely new, And of all Jests, none relish like the true. Let that the value of our Play inhance, Then it may prove indeed the Lucky Chance. Sir Feeble Fainwou'd, an old Alderman to be married Mr. Leigh. to Leticia, Sir Cautious Fulbank, an old Banker married to Julia, Mr. Nokes.
Going at fifty thousand, the wreck of the brig Flying Scud going going gone!" "My God, Jim, can we pay the money?" I cried, as the stroke of the hammer seemed to recall me from a dream. "It's got to be raised," said he, white as a sheet. "It'll be a hell of a strain, Loudon. The credit's good for it, I think; but I shall have to get around. Write me a cheque for your stuff.
Epicurus is charged, that he did but dissemble for his credit's sake, when he affirmed there were blessed natures, but such as enjoyed themselves, without having respect to the government of the world. Wherein they say he did temporize; though in secret, he thought there was no God.
If things don't pick up pretty soon, I don't know I don't know and I don't dare think," he added despairingly. The sheet of paper he was holding rattled as his hand shook. Captain Shad scowled. "If we didn't have our winter goods to buy," he muttered. "Our credit's good, that's one comfort." "It is up to now, because the Boston folks don't know.
"We've tried reasoning. No go. As you say, an accident. That's all can save the youngster now. Impossible, of course." He sighed. Then suddenly the gray eyes lighted, became both shrewd and distant; a malicious little smile stole about the corners of his mouth. "Have-got! The credit's yours, Nesbit. Accident: can do. And this one by Jove, it won't leave either of 'em a leg to stand on!
"We're going into this thing together and I want you to get a clear hunch on it," he began, "because at present you have not. I don't say we shall see it through; but if we do, the credit's going to be yours, not mine. We'll come to the Redmayne business in a minute. But first let us have a look at Mr. Mark Brendon, if it won't bore you stiff." The other laughed.
Some faint hopes were entertained of Credit's surviving the storm as he was provided with a good blanket and had leather to eat. The weather was mild next morning. We left the encampment at nine and at a little before noon came to a pretty extensive thicket of small willows near which there appeared a supply of tripe de roche on the face of the rocks. At this place Dr. Richardson and Mr.
I should have been rotting in the Fleet, or the Marshalsea, years ago if it hadn't been for my uncle's gout, b'gad!" "His gout?" "Precisely! Every twinge he has up goes my credit. I'm his only heir, y'know, and he's seventy-one. At present he's as sound as a bell, actually rode to hounds last week, b'gad! Consequently my credit's nowhere.
In spite of that long feud between him and Daddy, he would surely, for his own credit's sake, help them to escape a public scandal. For all his rodomontade, Daddy had never done him any real harm that she could remember. So she opened the shop door in Half Street, quaking at the sound of the bell she set in motion, and went in.
"I hope not, for your credit's sake," answered the girl drily, nor did she seek to keep the scorn from her voice. "As both singer and poet Monsieur Francois Villon is beyond his age."
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