Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 11, 2025
"D'y' see 'im?" he whispered "'E was starin' h'at us from behint them ice-piles. 'E was a Jap. I'll swear it." "Aw, you're seeing Japs to-night," laughed Dave. "Ow is she?" Jarvis asked of a gob whom they met. "Right as they make 'em now. But I'll say it was some job that. The shaft was twisted something awful like a corkscrew.
Captain Blaise glanced astern, then ahead, aloft, and from there to the swinging hull beneath him. He started to hum a tune, but broke it off, to recite: "O the woe of wily Hassan When they break the tragic news!" And from that he turned to Miss Cunningham with a joyous, "And what d'y' think of it all?" She looked her answer, with her head held high and breathing deeply.
But whatever my uncle thought or wished, here, Guy, is an estate to your hand to enjoy. What d'y' say, eh, to the life of a Southern gentleman on his plantation? A hundred thousand acres, a thousand slaves, a stable of the horses you love so, upland and river bottom to hunt, dancing, riding, balls, the city in winter. Is not that something better than the hard, uncertain sea, Guy?"
"It's little things like that that hit hard. Not to be One's own man in a crisis d'y' see?" Mary nodded. "But it's only temporary," he continued more cheer-fully. "I'll try myself out one of these days. Only, of course, arranged tests are never real ones. The crisis must leap on one to be of any use.
Charles Homans had had a share in building it. The machine and the man said, "How d'y' do?" at once. Homans called for a gang of engine-builders. Of course they swarmed out of the ranks. They passed their hands over the locomotive a few times, and presently it was ready to whistle and wheeze and rumble and gallop, as if no traitor had ever tried to steal the go and the music out of it.
Doubleday, his cigar lighted, seated himself in his heavy chair beside the fireplace. "What kind of a trip had you, father?" Kate, as she asked, made a pretense of arranging the papers and magazines on the table. There was little promise of amiability in her father's answer; "What d'y' mean," he asked. "Did you get your notes extended?" "Yes."
Perhaps as brave a man as ever lived, brave as a weasel, he must still reassure himself with the tones of his own voice; he must play his part to exaggeration, he must out-Herod Herod, insult all that was respectable, and brave all that was formidable, in a kind of desperate wager with himself. "Golly, but it's 'ot!" said he. "Cruel 'ot, I call it. Nice d'y to get your gruel in!
Benson were to ask him, and if he can play for the violin I should fancy he can for the voice." "Very well," said John, "we will let it go at that." As he spoke David came round the corner of the bank and up to the carriage. "How d'y' do, Miss Verjoos? How air ye, Miss Claricy?" he asked, taking off his straw hat and mopping his face and head with his handkerchief.
Then, as that harrowing thought flitted through her mind, another exultant, smiling flash took its place. Tessibel's head reared with a proud uplift. No human power could set aside the majestic promise of Heaven that she might stay in the hut. Smilingly, she opened the shanty door and cheerfully answered the dwarf's, "How d'y' do, brat dear?"
The bread was getting deplorable, for even the dusty seconds flour was fast dribbling out. "You'll give 'er this, won't you, Miss, and tell her I bin thinkin' of 'er night and d'y? Fair live in the trenches now; and when I do git strollin' round the stad, blimme if I ever see 'er. But she's there an 'ere's a ticker beatin' true to 'er."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking