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She and mother always write to one another; we do her commissions in London, and she sends us Burmese silks and umbrellas and curry stuff; but we were immensely surprised when, without any little hints or preparations, Uncle Karl wrote and invited me to pay them a long visit and so here I am! I do hope I shan't be a fish out of water.
But when two years were ended, Felix had Portius Festus appointed for his successor: and willing to curry favour with the Jews, Felix left Paul in chains. WHEN Festus then was come into the province, after three days he went up to Jerusalem from Caesarea.
"Why," he gasped, "this this is for twenty-four hundred and something! I don't need that much! I we she says three hundred would be plenty! "That's all right," interrupted Old Man Curry. "Money clean money never comes amiss. You can call the three hundred the stake that was owin' to you; the rest, well, I reckon that's just my weddin' present. Good-bye, son, and good luck!"
Through her sobering maturer years she had passed from one set of hands to another, until finally, in her declining days, she found asylum in the affectionate ownership of Judge Priest, with Jeff to curry her fat sides and no more arduous labor to perform than occasionally to draw the Judge about from place to place in his ancient shovel-topped buggy.
It was no secret that Germany was desperately anxious to curry favour with the United States, and it was scarcely likely, therefore, that houses would be sacked and burnt, civilians executed and women violated under the disapproving eyes of the American representative. This surmise proved to be well founded. The Germans did not want Mr.
"Uh-huh," said Henry. "I get you, Mr. Goldmark. You want me to stick around Old Man Curry's barn and pump him." "Never mind the pumping," said Goldmark. "The less you talk and the fewer questions you ask the better. Curry is no fool, understand. He might be just as smart as you are. Judging by the number of good things he's put over at this meeting, he's smarter.
He combed his beard with his fingers. "And five," said he. "Seven hundred!" Old Man Curry took time for reflection. Then he sighed deeply. "Maybe you want him worse'n I do, friend," said he. "And five." "Eight hundred!" Old Man Curry smothered an impatient ejaculation, threw away his straw and ransacked his pockets for his packet of fine-cut.
He was singing, softly singing. And leaning forward I listened. "Curry a mule an' curry a hoss, Keep down trubbul wid de stable boss!" sang Uncle Jake. "Do you happen to notice a old duck that comes to the stalls at Loueyville just after the derby?" asked Blister. "Was his name Sanford, and did he wish to pat the mare?" I asked in turn. "That's him," said Blister. "Ole man Sanford.
"Does a bet scare you that bad?" asked Old Man Curry with sarcasm. "Any bet from you would scare me, professor. Any bet at all. Try the next store." Old Man Curry worked his way around the circle, Elisha's price dropping before his advance.
There were three masters with four or five servants over them. Kean for the Colonel and his son; a smart boy with boots for Mr. Binnie; Mrs. Kean to cook and keep house, with a couple of maids under her. The Colonel, himself, was great at making hash mutton, hot-pot, curry, and pillau. What cosy pipes did we not smoke in the dining-room, in the drawing-room, or where we would!
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