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Yes, I guess so I dunno but don't yeh do it, that's all. She's mine! Mine! D'yeh hear?" He stepped forward and thrust his snarling face into Cameron's. "No, I ain't goin' to touch yeh," as Cameron stepped back into a posture of defense, "not to-night. Some day, perhaps." Here again his teeth came together with a snap. "But I'm not going to have you or any other man cutting in on me with that girl.
His comrade balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his knee. "Well, Henry," he said, "what d'yeh think th' chances are? D'yeh think we'll wallop 'em?" The youth considered for a moment. "Day-b'fore-yesterday," he finally replied, with boldness, "you would 'a' bet you'd lick the hull kit-an'-boodle all by yourself." His friend looked a trifle amazed. "Would I?" he asked. He pondered.
Why, a man of your physique could get a Living Skeleton billet almost anywhere. What you want is a little more impudence and self-respect Matty. An artist like you ought to be able to make his own terms, and not be tied up like a calculating dog or a two-headed calf." "D'yeh think so?" said Matty, eagerly. "Of course I do. Now, you just pinch the key of my cage. We'll trot out and have a drink.
"Oh, yer too fine to take a drap fer good comp'ny, are yeh? Wal, I'll show yeh a thing er two, my pretty lady. You'll give me a kiss with yer two cherry lips before we go another step. D'yeh hear, my sweetie?"
Jimmie's cries annoyed him. He turned about and bellowed at his wife: "Let the damned kid alone for a minute, will yeh, Mary? Yer allus poundin' 'im. When I come nights I can't git no rest 'cause yer allus poundin' a kid. Let up, d'yeh hear? Don't be allus poundin' a kid." The woman's operations on the urchin instantly increased in violence.
"D'yeh think I'm fallin' into fat. Nickie?" whispered the Living Skeleton, from his pedestal that evening. "I ate an awful lot o' cheese." The Missing Link shook his head and groaned. "Next time I get tight I won't do it in character," he said, "my realisation of the part is too convincing." IT is not forgotten that Mr.
You've got to get out! You've got to get out! D'yeh hear me? You've got to get out!" His voice was rising, mad rage was seizing him again, his fingers were opening and shutting like a man in a death agony. Cameron glanced towards the door. "I'm done," said Perkins, noting the glance. "That's my last word. You'd better quit this job." His voice again took on an imploring tone.
D'yeh think it could be true?" she cried. "Accourse it's true! Didn't yeh hear whut he sayed? Would he dast swear to it if it wasn't true?" Tremulously the younger woman moved forward, clutching her shawl about her. "Could yeh sell me half a bottle to try it, sir?" she asked. The vender shook his head. "Impossible, my dear madam. Contrary to my fixed professional rule.
Then, suddenly, he for it was a man swayed back, with a hitch to his skin trousers, and began to sing a chantey, such as men lift when they swing around the capstan circle and the sea snorts in their ears: Yan-kee ship come down de ri-ib-er, Pull! my bully boys! Pull! D'yeh want to know de captain ru-uns her? Pull! my bully boys! Pull! Jon-a-than Jones ob South Caho-li-in-a, Pull! my bully.
Payson overtook Polly riding slowly on her way home from Florence. She barely greeted him. "Has she met Bud, and has he been slurring me?" he thought. He checked his pacing horse to the half-trot, half-walk, of Polly's mount, and, ignoring her incivility, began talking to her. "'D'yeh see Bud in Florence?" "Yep. Couldn't help it. Him an' Buck McKee are about the whole of Florence these days."
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