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Fett, stepping put him to reconnoitre the lane, "I was but remarking what a number of the wise have observed before me, that a stone which has left the hand is in the hands of the dev " He ducked his head with a cry as a stone whizzed past him and within a foot of it.
"In the earth's centre let me live, There, like a rabbit will I thrive, Nor care if fools should call my life infernal; While men on earth crawl lazily about, Like snails upon the surface of the nut, We are, like maggots, feasting in the kernel. "1st Dev. Bravo, by this glass. Meli, what say you? "3d Dev. Come, here's to my Mina I used to toast her in the upper regions. "1st Dev.
"Sav. Endure! I shall be annihilated by the thoughts of it dear devil. "1st Dev. Then let him, I beseech you, in scalding brimstone be first soaked a little, to inure and prepare him for the other. "Sav. Oh hear me, hear me. "Pev. Well, be it so. "Pev. This is he we rescued from the ladies a dainty one, I warrant. "Pamphil. "Pev. What, art thou a soldier too? "Pamphil.
"I say, Dev," was his first contribution to the conversation, "d' you remember it was at a dock that you and I first met? It was night, blacker than Tophet, and raining, and you came ashore wet as a rag. You were the lonesomest, chilliest, most forlorn little tike I ever saw; but, by the eternal, you were trying not to cry!" "Lonesome? I rather think so!" I echoed with conviction.
Always be prompt, and you will be a hello!" raising his eyes. "What the dev oh! It's you, is it, Tom?" "Me it are, sir," replied the tall sailor, again ducking his head. "I was to report at 'leven shore time." "I thought it was that cursed boy," returned the captain in a sharp, quick tone, totally unlike the soothing drawl he had used in addressing Ralph. "Where can he be, I wonder?"
I want to ask a few questions. Where the dev Say, haven't you got out of that suit yet? Why, you little scuttle, I'll rip it off your back if you're not out of it in two minutes. Hold on! Come out here first." As Jenison walked past him the proprietor gave him a violent cuff on the side of the head.
"Certainly NOT," exclaimed Mr. Force, with sudden irascibility. His nerves WERE at a high tension, there was no denying that. "Nothing whatever to do with the bank, sir. What the dev what could have put such a thought into your head, Bingle?" "You looked so so blasted serious," said Mr. Bingle, with surprising heat. "Thomas!" cried his wife, aghast. "Beg pardon, Force," muttered Mr.
"How could she?" he repeated with scathing emphasis; "just as any she-devil can set brooding on an evil thought for years till she's hatched out a devil's dozen of filthy lies." He drew the reins a little too tightly in his righteous wrath, and the mare reared suddenly. "What the dev whoa, there Kitty, what you about?"
"Dunny," I said weakly, but sternly, "you didn't bring me up to tell whoppers, not bare-faced ones like that, anyhow, that wouldn't deceive the veriest child. What earthly business could you have over here in war-time? Own up, now, and take your medicine like a man." His guilty air was sufficient answer. "Well, Dev," he acknowledged, "it was your cable.
"Well, at any rate, it is not what I mean at all," she said. "I mean that you habitually blunder about other people's affairs, in the belief, I imagine, that you are a great philanthropist, when you are only making an extraordinary exhibition of yourself." "The dev " began Hollanden. Afterward he said, "Now, I wonder what in blue thunder you mean this time?" "Mean this time?
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