"A ungry belly makes a man desprit," wrote one, but for poaching a pheasant the hungry man was imprisoned fourteen years. Seven shillings to nine shillings a week was the farm labourer's wage, and it took twenty-six shillings then to buy the food that seven would buy now.
The rattling all over him of Boston's weepons sounded like there was boilers getting rivetted close by. The Hen yanked him along easy, but kept him a-moving and passed the time for him by telling all she could make up about what desprit critters lions was.
"Do you hold yerself fit to head a band o' bold an' desprit men, when you let yerself be bluffed by yon varlet, an' him a thousand miles away? You try me, just you gimme a desert island, or even a pirut ship, a week, like the chance you got, an' beshrew me, but any heartless jade would be mine!" "Oh, maybe not, Jimmy." " Or else she'd walk the plank."
'Have ye had a good manny desprit cases to-day? says I. 'It isn't that, says he, 'but I'm not a very muscular man, he says, 'an' some iv th' windows in these old frame houses are hard to open, he says. Th' Dock don't believe much in dhrugs. He says that if he wasn't afraid iv losin' his practice he wudn't give annybody annything but quinine an' he isn't sure about that.
Blanche, near whom he sate as he told this story, and who adored les hommes desprit, burst out laughing, and called him such an odd, droll creature. But Pynsent, who began to be utterly disgusted with him, broke out in a loud voice, and said, "I don't know, Mr.
They're desprit; Jarette's worked 'em up; and they've got the judge to face if we take 'em into port. Strikes me it's our lives or theirn; but you knows best. I was thinking about the young lady." Just then the chopping began again, and Mr Brymer raised his pistol and fired. The chopping ceased, and there was a burst of loud talking.
I was mad! And the galoot was so slick about it! Why, he walked up Broadway first as if he had a business appointment in a desprit hurry. Then, having reached Hunderd an' Twenty-fi'th Street, he pauses a minute to be sure I'm trailin', the vilyun and then, he swings East, and across town, and turns South again oh, well, Mr.
Jacky's eyes became still more owlishly wide, and his face graver than ever. He had never seen him in this condition before indeed, Jacky's experience of life beyond the nursery being limited, he had never seen any one in such a case before. "I say, Peter, are you desprit blow'd?" "Desprit," sighed Peter. Jacky paused and gazed at his companion for nearly a minute.
"Wal, then; that ur's a desprit weepun, for them as knows how to use it; an' he diz; that Injun diz. T'other had a hatchet, too, but he didn't keep it long. 'Twur clinked out o' his hands in a minnit, an' then the Coco got a down blow at him. Wagh! it wur a down blow, an' it wa'n't nuthin' else. It split the niggur's head clur down to the thrapple.
Listen to this: Why was the Tocsin's attack harder this morning than ever before? On yer soul didn't it sound so bitter that it sounded desprit? Now why? It looked to me as if it had started to ruin ye, this time fer good and all! Why? What have ye had to do with Martin Pike lately? Has the old wolf GOT to injure ye?" Mr. Sheehan's voice rose and his eyes gleamed under bushy brows.