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But ya jest look 'ere, mum, what's a man to du wi' a daft thingamy like that, as caan't tëak a plain order, and spiles a poor man's business as caan't help hissel'? And Mr.
And if he was a bit overproud it was only because those about him were overproud and foolish. And you'll tell him that we're wearying for him! And when you give him that daft letter from father you'll give him this bit line from me," she went on rapidly as she laid a tiny note in his hand.
But Father Fleming says his cousin can put him to some kind of institution for a year or two, where they can teach him to read and write and coont as well as any bairn wi' all his senses. For he's nae daft!" she exclaimed, with motherly pride. "He's just as sensible as can be aboot most things.
By this time the tent was in an uproar, for the chevalier's wife had come hurrying in, the chevalier's daughter was on the verge of hysterics, and the chevalier's prospective son-in-law was alternately hugging the great beast-tamer and then shaking his hand and generally deporting himself like a respectable young man who had suddenly gone daft. "Governor!" he cried, half laughing, half sobbing.
"Mame Brady's just gone on Ed Flynn, and he goes with her just enough to keep her hangin', and I don't believe he means to marry her, and I think it's mean," said Sadie Peel. "She ought to have more sense than to take any stock in him," said Abby. "She ain't the only one," said Sadie. "Nellie Stone in the office has been daft over him since she's been there, and he don't look at her.
And Westray could not traverse the statement. "Even in the church," Mr Sharnall went on, "I don't care to practise much in the evening by myself. It used to be all right when Cutlow was there to blow for me. He is a daft fellow, but still was some sort of company; but now the water-engine is put in, I feel lonely there, and don't care to go as often as I used.
George canted his chair and zigzagged it toward the blazing hearth; then he said thoughtfully, without looking at the young man: "Well, this is a pretty kettle of fish! Have you told your father?" "No he wouldn't understand." "And I know you didn't tell your mother." This came with the tone of positive conviction. "No and don't you. Mother is daft on the subject.
They oughtn't to take more than a week surely to go through the papers." "Oh, I wasn't talking about that," I said. "I was thinking of Mr Smith's story." "Why, what's up with you, Fred? You've gone daft about Mr Smith, surely. What's strange and sad?" "The story of his life, Jack. He was once " "Stop," said Jack, firmly. "I dare say it's all you say, Fred, but I'd rather you didn't tell it me."
He studied with zeal and became absorbed in his books. Perched upon a woodpile, or lying under a tree with his feet thrust upwards against the trunk and "grinding around with the shade," he caused some neighbors to laugh uproariously, and others to say that he was daft. In fact, he was in grim earnest, and held on his way with much persistence.
The Man from the Quarter laid down his glass. "How far is it?" This man is so daft on fishing that he has been known to kiss the first trout he hooks in the spring. "Only fifty-six miles, my dear boy run you over in an hour." "And everything else that gets in the way," said the Man from the Quarter, moving his glass nearer the Sculptor's elbow.
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